Brie Pleases her New Master (After Graduation, #1) Read Online Free Page B

Do not be quick to use such words.”
    She looked at the table again, crushed to be failing so badly on her first morning with him. A glutton for punishment, she asked, “How did I fail you the third way, Sir?”
    “You did not ask what I wanted for breakfast, or if I wanted breakfast at all.”
    Her shoulders slumped in defeat, but she quickly straightened them, not wanting to offend him further. “I was foolish not to ask, Sir.”
    “There is something you should know.”
    She looked up at him sheepishly. “What, Sir?”
    “I hate eggs.”
    Her jaw dropped and she squeaked, “You do?” How could it be that her Master hated the only thing she knew how to cook well?
    Sir crinkled his nose. “The smell makes me nauseous and now my whole apartment reeks.”
    She sat in stunned silence, feeling sick to her stomach.
    “Do not fret, téa. I only punish willful disobedience. Today I was curious what you would do. In your eagerness to please, you forgot your training.”
    She closed her eyes. “Yes. You’re right, Sir.”
    “Of course I am,” he answered.
    She snuck a peek and was relieved to see his expression was relaxed, not angry. When he motioned Brie to his lap, she literally jumped up and ran to him. He gathered her into his arms, and chuckled. “When Marquis told me the only things he was able to teach you to cook were an omelet and spaghetti, I had to laugh.”
    “Don’t tell me you hate spaghetti, too?” she whimpered.
    “I am not a fan of tomatoes.”
    “Oh…” she said dejectedly. Brie rested her chin on his strong shoulder and sighed. “You are going to starve because of my cooking.”
    His answer was quick. “No. Unlike you, I know how to cook.”
    She gasped, but noted the glint in his eye. “I’d say that is below the belt, Sir.”
    “It’s the ugly truth.”
    Brie grabbed her stomach and grunted loudly. “It hurts, it hurts…”
    Sir swatted her bottom. “You are fortunate I do not eat breakfast. Thankfully, that is one less meal you can ruin.”
    She basked in Sir’s playful mood and traced his masculine jaw before kissing him. “Thank you, Sir, for hating breakfast. Is there any way I can make up for my lack of culinary talent?”
    He furrowed his brow, stating, “No. There is nothing you can do to make up for your atrocious cooking skills.”
    She pouted prettily, smoothing out the wrinkles from his frown with her fingertips. “Are you sure?”
    He snorted. “You will find your feminine charms have little effect on your Master.”
    Brie gave up and buried her head in his chest, mumbling, “I guess I’m hopeless.”
    He stroked her long hair and replied in a deceptively soothing voice, “Useless, yes, but not hopeless.”
    His sense of humor was brutal and she loved it. Brie was about to object, when he gave her a direct command. “Take a quick shower and ready yourself for me.”
    Those words were music to her ears. “My pleasure, Sir!” she replied, jumping off his lap and heading straight for the shower.
     

 
    Lesson Three: A Matter of Ego
     
    In less than a half hour Brie was washed, shaved, and primped. She opened the bathroom door and called out his name. “Sir?”
    He answered with a low, sultry, “Come,” from the front of the apartment. Brie glided over the smooth marble, wanting to make a favorable impression. Since she wasn’t capable of cooking, she damn well would make up for it with her other skills. Man does not live on bread alone!
    Sir was waiting for her beside the red chaise with a silver chain in his hand. She followed the trail of links down and saw that it was attached to a leg of the chair. “Kneel before me, téa.”
    Kneel before me, goddess…
    Sir certainly had a way with words. Brie bowed before him and willingly accepted the cuff he secured around her ankle. “You will not be released until the lesson has been learned.”
    She looked up at him questioningly. “What lesson, Master?”
    He smiled. “That is for you to figure