“You do remember how to speak, don’t you? Loren tells me the two of you talk often.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bordeaux. I’m not sure what to say.” It boggles my mind that he thinks I’d want to say anything to him.

“Tell me what you think of Loren.”

I clench my hands against my thighs then open my fists, once again exposing my palms the way he requires. “He’s been kind to me.”

“He has a big heart. I have to be careful who I allow near him.” He falls silent, and the air thickens with meaning. “He’s very important to me, Novalee. I won’t hesitate to strike down anyone who threatens his happiness and well-being.”

A hard swallow clears my throat. “I won’t tell anyone about your relationship.”

“You don’t like me, do you?”

Is he serious? I’m not even sure how to answer that. Biting my lip, I force the panic down and try to come up with a diplomatic response, but nothing comes to mind.

“You can be honest, my queen. I won’t punish you for it.”

“I wish I could like you, Mr. Bordeaux.” As the words leave my mouth, I realize they’re true. “Disliking someone isn’t in my nature, but you haven’t given me reason to feel differently.” The ensuing disquiet pricks at my nerves, and I gnaw on my lip, worried I revealed too much.

“I appreciate your candidness.” There’s a melancholy softness to his tone, maybe even a trace of vulnerability. “I can accept your unfavorable opinion of me as long as you have a certain amount of respect and fondness for Loren.”

“I do, Mr. Bordeaux.”

“Are you attracted to him?”

Loren’s large, gray eyes flash through my head. His sensual wide smile. The chemistry isn’t there, but I can’t deny I find him attractive. “He’s gorgeous.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m not being obtuse, Mr. Bordeaux. I guess I’m not sure what you’re asking me.”

He rises from the bed and leans down, his warm breath rustling the hair at my ear. “Does he make your pussy wet, my queen?”

A gasp escapes my lips. “N-no.”

He settles a hand on my shoulder, fingers grazing the skin left bare from the straps of my sundress. The weather has been warmer these past few days, and with his master’s blessing, Loren gave me permission to go outside. Now I wish I’d chosen a dress with sleeves, because I barely tolerate Mr. Bordeaux’s touch without flinching.

“Has a man ever made you wet before?” His fingers press into my skin, giving a suggestive squeeze.

“Yes, Mr. Bordeaux.”

“Who?”

I hesitate, and his grip tightens, causing me to stumble over Liam’s name. “L-Liam…I mean Chancellor Castle.”

“Is he the only one?”

All I manage is a shake of my head, vocal cords frozen with shame.