Kim glared at her employee but refused to have an argument in front on her slave. “Rose, get up and go back to the house. Wait for me in the kitchen.” Rose moved as quickly as she dared, not wanting to anger Steffie but wanting to please Mistress Kim as well, all the while she was fighting the limitations of her body. When she was out the door Kim looked at Steffie with unbridled anger.
“I keep you on here because you are good at what you do—usually. Don’t abuse my slaves. Ever. You overstepped yourself today. It will not happen again.” She started to turn to leave, but Steffie stopped her.
“Is the precious to you, Kim?”
“What?”
“Is she precious to you? If you love her, have unrestrained affection for her, then you won’t be able to be her owner, her mistress.”
Kim’s visage hardened. “
