The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

“Is there something I can do for you?” My fingers felt the lace of her panties.

“I’m hungry.”

“You know where the kitchen is.” I had a chef working day and night when I was in town. When I was elsewhere, he got to take a vacation.

“I don’t like eating alone all the time. It’s boring.”

“Are you asking if you can have lunch with me?”

Her eyes narrowed at the way I worded my sentence. “No. I’m not asking if I can have lunch with you. I’m telling you we should eat together.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, loving that feistiness. I would never want her to stop setting me straight. It was something I loved about her, even though I would never admit it. She wasn’t docile, obedient, or quiet. That was how I liked her—most of the time. “When you put it like that…it’s not like I’m doing anything anyway.”

“I hope you do something productive while you’re in here all day.”

I shrugged. “That’s debatable. Time passes, but I never feel like I’m getting anything done.”

“Then you should fire Ariel.”

London would love that. “She’s not the problem. Without her, I wouldn’t be productive at all.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” She stepped away, so my hand dropped back to my side. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

“You’re bossy today.” I stared at her ass as she walked to the door.

“I’m just hungry.” She turned around with her hand on her hips. “Now feed your woman.”

My woman? Instead of shooting her down, I actually liked the title. She was my slave, and I liked possessing her. “Wouldn’t want you to get grouchy.” I rose from the chair and buttoned the front of my suit. I walked up behind her, thinking about taking her on my desk when the meal was over. My arm slipped around her waist, and I walked into the hallway with her tucked into my side. “What are you in the mood for?”

“I’m not picky.”

I was over a foot taller than her, but my arm was long enough to scoop around her waist. I liked her wide hips and slender stomach. She was petite but still womanly. We entered the large kitchen where my chef stood in front of the series of stoves.

“Hello, sir. What can I get for you?” He wore a tall chef’s hat, and I wondered how he balanced it on his head all day.

I turned to London. “No preference?”

“Surprise us,” she said.

Chef Bingly smiled. “I can do that.”

“Want to eat in the courtyard?”

London lit up like that was the most exciting thing to happen to her all week. “Yes.”

I guided her down the hallway again until we reached the courtyard that stood between two of the main fortifications. It had a great view of the countryside and the mountains in the far distance. The gardens were properly maintained, and they were blooming with roses of various colors. A fountain dripped continuously, providing the sound of falling water as the backdrop.

London felt a pink rose in her fingertips and smelled it before she examined the gardens further. She looked at the concrete statues and the bushes trimmed in the likenesses of safari animals.

I took a seat in one of the white chairs under the umbrella and watched. “I thought Ariel took you out here once before?”

“I didn’t really get a chance to enjoy it.” She grabbed a red rose from one of the bushes then tucked the stem behind her ear. The color contrasted against her fair skin but complimented the purple dress she wore. It was an accessory that fit perfectly. “She was insulting me the entire time.”

“She tends to do that.”

She took the seat across from me as one of the maids came out. She brought coffee and water, alone with a small vase of flowers. She nodded before she walked away, trying to be so quiet that we wouldn’t notice her.

London added some cream to her coffee.

“I thought you liked it black.” It was something I noticed the second she came into my possession. She had been too argumentative to speak to, so I’d had to study her to understand her.

“I already had a cup this morning. The acid hurts my stomach unless I soften it.”

I nodded then poured my own mug.

“I’m surprised you still have a stomach with all that poison you drink.”

I’d classify myself as an alcoholic. I just held my liquor well, so I didn’t have any behavioral issues. London was the only one to mention my love for scotch. Everyone else didn’t notice or didn’t have the audacity to point it out. “Maybe I’m a cow.”

She raised an eyebrow before she drank her coffee. “What?”

“Because they have four stomachs.”

“Ooh…” She finally let out a chuckle. “I wasn’t sure where you were going with that.”

I liked watching her face light up with a smile. When I was the one who made her laugh, it was even better. When she coated her eyelashes in mascara, they were thick and dark and contrasted against her green eyes. In that moment, she was absolutely lovely. I wished I could take a picture of her. If I pulled out my camera, it would probably ruin the moment.