Chapter Thirty Three
The Lesser
“Are you still serious about what you said last night?” she asked; having made him sweat on both her presence and the decision of her mentor by not putting in an appearance until late afternoon.
Confident, now, her former Master would not complain.
“Or has a night’s sleep robbed you of the courage you showed in making me the offer?”
Watching her as she stood in his kitchen, the same kitchen that had witnessed her dismantling of him the previous evening, Lambert noticed she was as precisely turned out as usual. Dressed in what had become her usual daytime outfit of black courts with spike heels, black nylons and tight black skirt with the habitual white shirt, it was easy to see she had slept well herself.
Which was in complete contrast to him.
Bernard
