DRAWN by Marian Tee

Author:Marian Tee [Tee, Marian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Faith C. Martin

Chapter Twenty-One

“Yuki, be serious! I can’t wear that!”

If gods can pout, then they’d look like Yuki this exact minute.

It’s nine-thirty in the evening and Yuki and I are alone in his home, with Sascha and Akito-san out on a business trip to Dubai. I’ve been here for fifteen minutes, but it honestly feels like it’s been fifteen hours. I’ve been tortured that much.

“You have to, senpai. You’re my toy.” He takes his time speaking, like I’m a three year old who can’t understand big words.

In his vocabulary, big words include French, maid, uniform.

Yuki sighs. “If you’re not going to be reasonable about this, then maybe that trip to Miami of yours---”

I snatch the outfit from his hands. “I’ll wear it.”

On my body, the outfit is just a hundred bloody times worse than it looked a minute ago. The heart-shaped bodice with its wired push-up frame makes my barely-there cleavage suddenly look Playboy-quality, and its tiny ruffled skirt gives more than a peek of my bum if I bend just an inch.

This is so, so bad it’s turning me on. I mean, off. It’s such a turn-off.

Yuki impatiently knock on his bathroom door startles me. “Senpai, I know you’re done.”

Should I be flattered or terrified he knows exactly how long it takes for me to change clothes?

Taking a deep breath, I open the door and stalk past him.

“Senpai.”

I whirl around, growling, “What?”

Yuki’s smile is sweetly angelic. “You look good enough to eat.”

And he is so bloody cute it’s cracking my heart open once more!

“Shut up,” I mumble, my face flaming, and my body heating up as his gaze stakes a claim on every inch of me. To cover my embarrassment, I demand aggressively, “What next?”

“It’s good that you asked, senpai.”

And of course that means I was better off not asking.

Baby blues gleaming and a tiny familiar smile erasing the cruel twist of his lips, Yuki says softly, “You’re going to serve your master.”

Ten minutes later, and we’re back in his living room, a single incandescent bulb showering golden light on us as we play out Yuki’s latest challenge. I like experiencing my fantasies come to life, but this make-believe scenario is not something I could ever have imagined.

I lower myself to my knees but not to the point of sitting on the floor, which is a huge no-no for servants. Instead, I rest my weight on the heels of my partly tiptoed feet, my head respectfully bowed down while I carefully lay down the tray of tea set on the table.

“Y-your tea is here, Yuki-sama,” I say awkwardly. Sama is an honorific term, sort of Master for Yoda.

“Thank you,” Yuki says in a coolly bored voice, relishing his role as my master, and clearly not bothered as I am. “You may pour my tea.”

“Yes, Yuki-sama.” As I reach for the tea pot, I catch a glimpse of cerulean silk when Yuki, seated boss-style with his legs tucked in, places his hands on his lap.

Oh, shite.

That flash of silk is enough for me to almost lose hold of the teapot.

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