Chapter 62
I roll and bring her with me pulling her close. A halo of hair cocoons us. I smooth away the strands near her face so I can judge her condition. Our play is nothing compared to what I will do in the dungeon, but this will give me an idea of her well-being when things intensify.
I run my hands down her arms and over her shoulders, massaging gently until her breathing slows and a gentle lull takes over. A short time later, her stomach growls and my hand travels down to cup that subtle curve. "At some point, we need to shower and dress for dinner."
"Yes, Zack."
I lightly tickle her ribs and she giggles. "Nathanial is crazy for leaving you with me," I say in a sobering voice.
She doesn't reply for a moment, and when the words finally form, she looks away. "He loves me."
She's not being shy about it, but I don't quite understand her attitude. "Yes, I believe he does," I say because he told me he does. Her stomach growls again and I place a slight stinging slap to her ass. "Shower, food, and then we'll figure out what's going to happen when Monroe returns. Sit up and let me fix your hair."
I get out of bed and walk with a very slight limp to her dresser to grab a brush and small hairband. My strokes with the brush are quick and precise. It takes everything I have not to pull her back against me because what I really want is to fuck her again. When I'm satisfied with the weave, I wrap the braid once around her neck and use it like a leash to walk her to the bathroom door. Yeah, that's not so easy because the sight of her ass moving sensually back and forth as we walk just about breaks my resolve.
"Be quick. I'll meet you downstairs," I tell her in a gruff voice because I'm having a hard time containing myself. The most delectable pout forms on her lips and I slap her ass again, causing her to squeal. I hustle from the room without another word her soft laughter trailing behind me.
Ten minutes later, Angel walks into the dining room wearing a long flowing dress. Long sleeves cover her arms and the material buttons at her wrists. I almost insist she change, but then I notice her bare toes sticking out from beneath the material. I have no idea why her feet have such an effect on me. Approaching slowly, I pull her against my chest and whisper, "Are you wearing underwear?"
"Yes, Zack," she replies in a breathy voice.
"Lose them."
Her eyes go from sky blue to a deeper ocean blue and her mouth pouts in the slightest downward tilt. "Yes, Zack." She quickly leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a mischievous grin. Marguerite enters the dining room carrying a steaming plate of spaghetti.
I have trouble pulling my eyes away from Angel and only manage when Marguerite makes a small "tsk" noise. "I've never eaten your spaghetti but it smells heavenly," I say to appease the fact that I can barely keep my eyes off Angel, and the fact I know she has nothing on beneath the flowing garment she's wearing.
"Se駉r will be here for a while and I will not cook comida Mexicana every night. Recuerdo la dama y el vagabundo."
Angel laughs and I move my gaze back to her. "I didn't follow all of that. Would you mind translating?" I lift my water glass to my lips to try to assuage my dry throat.
Angel smiles and a twinkle in her eyes lights up her face. "She says the food reminds her of Lady and the Tramp."
I almost choke.
I turn and give Marguerite a disapproving look. "If I'm the tramp, I would hate to know what you think of Monroe."
"La bella y la bestia," she says over her shoulder with a laugh as she leaves the room.
I need no translation.
"She cares for you both," Angel says gently.
"She's been with Monroe for many years and I rarely see her react to anything that goes on in this house. I think her sensibilities became jaded many years ago. We had best clean our plates or we might not get dessert. I can't very well spank Marguerite and I have a feeling Monroe would never forgive me if she quit." I place the steaming sauce-covered noodles on Angel's plate and add a slice of bread. With a sweeping flourish, maybe a little overboard, I pour wine into her glass and then into my own. Lifting the red liquid, I wait for Angel to do the same.
"To a beautiful lady who covers her beautiful body and gives me wicked thoughts," I say with a small lift of my eyebrows. A blush travels up her neck and over her cheeks as she brings the wine to her lips. She takes only a small sip, but I push the glass back to her delicious lips. "You'll drink two glasses while we eat," I tell her in a tone that gives no room for argument.
"Yes, Zack," she replies with a small guilty smile.
I need to ask her questions that will be difficult, and wine will help her relax. We eat slowly while I ask the easy questions about her day-to-day life as Monroe's slave.
"I am learning the piano." She answers one of my questions with obvious pride.
I lean back in my chair and twirl the wine glass stem. "Has an instructor been hired?"
"Stephens teaches me."
I enjoy another leisurely sip of wine. "I should have known. So far, I have found nothing the man can't do. Years ago I was quite jealous." I honestly was jealous. My relationship with Monroe has been strange from day one. I went through a time when I worshipped the ground he walked on. I've matured since then and feel I have a better understanding of Monroe as a man. Then he goes and does something like this with Angel and I'm at a loss. Killing him would be so much easier.
Angel interrupts my thoughts. "He is a good teacher, and he plays exquisitely. I feel sorry for his sensitive ears when I miss a note."
The slightest smile tugs at my lips. "I'm sure his ears are bionic and they block out the worst of your bad key strokes." We both laugh.
After that my questions remain neutral until we finish our meal. I fill her wine glass a third time and she lifts her eyebrows while bringing the glass slowly to her mouth, watching me closely.
It's time to get to the nitty gritty. I lean forward, place my glass on the table, and close half the space between us. "I've been in the dark and I think it's time you tell me what brought you to the basement where I found you."
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