Chapter Seventeen
As it turned out, the humiliation she felt at having been caught watching the two men was all the lesson and punishment she needed. Francois and Philip were quite fond of being watched. Beau knew this, of course, but got a great deal of personal pleasure engaging in head games with his slave. “You know,” he said as they made their way back out of the maze, “I love that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“When you think I’m going to punish you or do something you don’t think you’ll like. It amuses me to no end.”
Only two weeks ago, this remark would have set her off on a tangent, screaming that he had insulted her in some way. Today, Lucy gave him a sidelong glance and smirk, “Well,” she said, “I’m pleased the Master finds his wife so amusing.”
“As you should be,” he
