“And, I’ll wear this?” I’d asked, referring to the natty blue cocktail dress I’d been wearing when I was kidnapped from the nightclub. It had been torn in my battle with Sun’s strong men, was grimy from the dirty cell, and reeked of body odor—but then, perhaps, that suited my captor.
His eyes perused me critically, then his brows narrowing as if he were perturbed. “Ah, yes, I’ll have clothes for you. And you may bathe. My house is a civilized home. I expect those who serve me will do so in a polite and civilized manner. I expect you’ll be the gracious woman your fine parents raised you to be. You have not forgotten, I trust?”
“Of course, I’ve not forgotten.”
He nodded, “Very good.”
Entering Sun’s formal dining room gave me my first glimpse of the man’s elaborate estate. I’d seen ones l
