Chapter Twelve
First-Person: Michael
Having entered her study hoping to persuade her to re-think her intention to take on a servant from her own land, rather than keep him, Michael Wilson, as her… assistant …he had come away even more dejected than when he had first entered.
Not to mention utterly incredulous after she finally told him what was to be expected of the servant she had – legally or not – purchased to be a chattel in her home.
“I can see that I am going to have to be completely frank with you, Michael,” she had told him, rising from her seat with an irritated expression as she rounded her desk and placed her capacious arse on its edge for support as she folded her arms across a chest that was equally as curvy as her derriere.
She was dressed today in a Western two-piece wi
