After dinner, he took her around, introducing her to everyone as his girlfriend. He was constantly touching her in some way, holding her hand or keeping her close with a hand on her hip. She felt cherished and more than a little possessed by him. She kept reminding herself that, in this place, she was only a girlfriend, not the slave her heart told her she was. Coaxing him to the dessert table, she finally had him all to herself for a few moments. She filled a plate for him then ushered him to one of the few places in the room that wasn’t filled with people. Forking up a bite of her new chocolate cake, she held it to his lips. “Try this. Tell me what you think.” His eyes widened as he chewed. Swallowing, he smiled. “More, slave. Next to you, that’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Heat rose to her cheeks. “Shh,” she scolded with a laugh. “Someone might hear you.” At his raised eyebrow, she added, “Sir.”
