CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the morning, Miles’ maid served him breakfast as she’d done on previous days.
“I’m proud of you, Daniela,” he smiled kindly at his maid, and held her hand as she stood next to him. She was shaking with fear.
“Thank you, sir,” she smiled timidly.
“I realize that I demanded a lot of you last night. I hadn’t planned to go to such extremes – at least not last night – but you were spectacular. You hardly resisted and were so beautiful to watch.”
“I was?”
“Absolutely.” He hadn’t been sure what he’d say to her when they saw each other again. The night had been far more extreme than he planned, but telling her the truth seemed to light up her face. This was good, because he was particularly worried that he had taken her too far.
Miles liked her a great deal, every bit of
