The house was bustling in preparation for dinner and the savory aromas filtering through the house made his stomach growl. Olga bustled by carrying a watering pitcher and he stopped her. “Do you know where Veronica is?” “Yes, Master Kristoff. The Madam has been in the master suite since after breakfast. She even took lunch in there.” “She did?” She nodded before going down one of the hallways. Kristoff felt his brows draw down at that revelation. Why had no one informed him of this? Was she ill? He took the stairs two at a time and pushed his bedroom door open. She lay on her belly in the center of the bed, her head resting in her hands as the muted television played in front of her. He could see she slept. He walked toward the bed and picked up the remote. Turning off the television, he watched the large flat screen disappear into the small opening in the floor. For several long moments he did nothing but stare at her. She was so very beautiful in her slumber. Her lips were slightly parted, the red fullness of them instantly causing him to become hard.
