Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

Lindsey pushed the thought aside. She didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment.

Chapter Twenty

“Lindsey?” Camilla called from the hall. “Where on earth are you?”

Lindsey cursed. She hadn’t finished setting up

yet. “I’m in the dining room.”

Moments later, Camilla appeared in the doorway. She stared, first at Lindsey, who was standing next to the dining cart, then at the table where breakfast was laid out. “What’s going on?”

“I’m serving you breakfast, Mistress,” Lindsey replied.

Camilla looked at Lindsey, her eyes narrowed. “What have you done with June? The only thing that could keep her from her duties is being tied up in the basement.”

“June’s fine. She’s in her room relaxing. I told her that I’d take care of breakfast this morning.” It had taken a while to convince the housekeeper to let Lindsey take over, but she’d agreed in the end.

Camilla crossed her arms. “June’s in on this too?”

Lindsey nodded.

“Really, both of you should know better. I don’t like disruptions to my routine.”

“I just want to serve you, Mistress.” Lindsey bowed her head and peered up at Camilla. But her expression was inscrutable.

Camilla walked over to where Lindsey stood. She grabbed Lindsey’s chin and tilted her head up. “You’re lucky that I find this very sweet. I’ll allow it. This time.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Continue.” Camilla took her seat at the head of the table. Lindsey had left Camilla a newspaper in its usual place beside her plate, but Camilla didn’t pick it up. Instead, she sat back and watched Lindsey, her lips curved up slightly.

Lindsey continued setting everything up. “What do you have planned for today, Mistress?” She asked Camilla this question every day, even though her answer was always the same.

“I have some work to do in the morning,” Camilla said. “But I’ll be finished with everything by lunchtime. After that, I was thinking we could spend the afternoon in the playroom.”

“The afternoon? What about your schedule?”

Camilla raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning your Mistress?”

“No, Mistress,” Lindsey said hurriedly. “I can’t wait.”

“Good. Because I have something special planned.”

Lindsey’s stomach flipped. She knew what that something special was. They’d talked about it already. And it excited her.

Lindsey placed the pot of coffee on the table in front of her Mistress. “All done. Your breakfast is served.”

Camilla surveyed the spread laid out before her. She poured herself a cup of coffee, then helped herself to her usual dishes. Then she picked up her knife and fork and took a bite of her eggs, chewing slowly and deliberately.

Lindsey stood in place next to her Mistress, waiting for her approval. She’d been planning this for days. Even with June’s instructions written down, it had taken her several tries to get everything exactly the way Camilla liked it.

Finally, Camilla placed her knife and fork down. “This is very good. But there’s something missing.” She beckoned Lindsey closer. “Something important.”

Lindsey scanned the table before her. “What is it?” She was sure she’d thought of everything.

“You.” Camilla grabbed Lindsey’s arm and drew her onto her lap, planting a deep, possessive kiss on her lips. “Now put that cart away and join me at the table. Your Mistress commands it.”

After lunch, Lindsey and Camilla had a long, sensual bath, before heading to the playroom. Both of them were wearing nothing but robes.