Chapter Four
‘What’s the first lesson… sir?’
It took Rhys a moment to answer as his mind flittered from inappropriate images of Sally dressed in tight leather. Black leather, or, maybe red. That would suit the fire in her eyes. Red, the colour of passion, which she had plenty of. And stilettos. Long stilettos that tapered to a pin-head. He mentally shook the image from his head.
He momentarily wondered if she’d meant the innuendo purposely, or if she knew what she’d said at all. Or did he just confuse the dominatrix sir for the title of a male teacher. She watched him innocently enough, but from what he’d learned about her so far; she was quick-witted and had a bone dry sense of humour, which only set about prodding his curiosity.
On the surface she was uneducated, unsophisticated, unp
