TRIXIE POV
"What do you mean by satisfying yourself?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked on her.
Mary’s face went from a light pink to a full-on tomato red.
She started fidgeting with the edge of her apron, looking anywhere but at me. "Oh! Look at the time, Miss Trixie. The kitchen needs to be cleaned up and I should probably check on the dinner menu…"
"Mary, don't you dare try to change the subject," I interrupted, crossing my arms dynamically. "Answer the question. What do you mean?"
"But Miss, look at your face!" Mary deflected quickly, pointing a finger at my mouth. "Your upper lip is so swollen and puffy. Alpha Hunter really did a number on you, didn't he? Did he bite you? You should probably put some ice on that before the other maids see it."
"Mary!" I snapped, stomping my foot
