Vanessa’s eyes shot up to look at him in dismay before she looked back down and walked to him. She did not know why but she was feeling a pressing urge to flee. Pausing a meter away, she waited for his instructions.
“I wish to go to bed,” Klyde spoke.
Vanessa nodded, “Yes. I was just leaving…”
Klyde shook his head. So innocent.
“No, Vanessa. You need to prepare me for bed.”
“Prepare you for bed?” Vanessa repeated before realization sunk in, and she bowed, “I will call the maid right away.”
“No. Vanessa. Undress me. You. Undress. Me.”
He watched as her eyes rounded in shock, and she stared at him. He could see that she wanted to refuse but dare not. Suddenly impatient over her hesitance to follow his order, he snapped, “Unless you have really long hands, you are going to have to come closer, Vanessa.”
