“Ah yes, I believe I recall her from training. After a while, all the girls look alike, eh?” and he smacked her hard on the bottom. Ms. Pru laughed.
“Well, she’s needed down the hall.”
“Of course, of course,” and then he kissed Jocelyn’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “While you’re being taken, never forget that you are mine, slave.” He pulled back and said, “I leave you to your noble endeavors, Ms. Pru.”
The woman actually giggled at his overt flirting. “Thank you, Nikolai.”
She urged along the now reluctant Jocelyn. The brown-haired woman’s heart was pounding; although she was relieved that it was not to Nikolai she was to be given, his words sent a surge of fear coursing through her. She had hoped he forgotten that he wanted her as his slave. He obviously had not.
She tried
