Chapter Seven
I work my butt off. The physical labor is intense, more grueling than I ever dreamed possible—not that I was dreaming about slave labor when I signed on for this arrangement. I can hear Miriam’s ‘I told you so’ now. But… I’m not giving up. I’m not! And he will not break me, even though the master seems determined to try.
It’s been five days now. Each morning I plow until I simply can’t take another step. Usually it’s Ian behind the plow steering, although every day the master shows up to observe. Just the sight of him unnerves me. My lust goes crazy and I feel a determined ache in my heart, as if I expect something from him that I know he’s not prepared to give. I may have erred in choosing a man whose physical appearance alone exudes qualities that make me weak with longin
