Chapter Thirty
Anya & Rajiv
“…You are in his blood,” he told a beaming Anya.
Three days had passed since the withdrawal of her “Master’s” pedicure privileges -as she liked to describe them. Now, fresh from her shower, she was in the process of sharing the events of her day with Rajiv, knowing he was as eager to hear her news as she was delighted to impart it.
“The offer he dismissed with such disdain not two weeks ago,” her mentor was continuing, “scars his subconscious and burns fiercely behind his every waking thought – even more so now he knows the offer is one you should not have made and is no longer available to him.”
His head went from side-to-side, mulling it over.
“One can only guess at the nature of his dreams,” he laughed wonderingly. “Kneeling naked to pull his pathetic w
