"My Lord," whispered Tania, amazed or perhaps shuddered, as she felt Baron Jason's hand feel so soft against her skin, even more so than the softest of the most comfortable cloth and cotton she had ever encountered. New attention she was always waiting to get.
Like a magnet attracting opposite poles, now she felt it. Her wide eyes almost failed to even blink, to just remind herself that all this was not a dream: a man he liked suddenly turned very sweet, according to what she had imagined and wanted.
Finally, she woke up after the last sweep seemed to wake her soul which had fallen asleep. Followed by a maid who came to bring medicine for her.
"My Lord," the maid nodded, walking to stop at the point where Baron Jason wanted. "Here is the medicine you asked for."
