Chapter Twenty
Ai Zhang Rewards
He was in a position no man with one whit of self-respect or masculinity about him would countenance – were, of course, that hypothetical man in either a physical or mental position allowing him to act upon his sense of self-worth.
And HE, sense of renewed moral purpose and determination to escape the toils of his Chinese Master notwithstanding, was most certainly NOT.
That his current position filled him with most uncharacteristic and unmanning excitement was yet another blow to both his self-esteem and any hopes he might have entertained in respect of questioning her supremacy over him at this time.
Seated upon the hard-tiled floor, legs stretched in front of him and bare-buttocks against cool ceramic, he marvelled at the equally bare legs Ai Zhang ha
