The Devil's Playthings Read Online Free
Author: Melissa Silvey
sat he entered the room.
He wore a black suit without a tie, and the neck of the crisp white collar open to show the muscles at his shoulders and the hollow at the base of his throat. She nearly gasped again at the sight of him. Up close he was even mo re beautiful than from afar.
Since she sat closer to him, she hoped to g uess his age. She thought mid 20’s to early 30 ’s, but of course she couldn’t be sure. And his eyes were even darker than she remembered. Rosa pulled out the chair for him t hen disappeared. Emma hoped Rosa finally got a break, and something to eat. She’d been with her nearly all day.
The same me n who brought their breakfast served their dinner. This was another first for her: their dinner was served in courses. A glass of water sat in front of her, and another empty glass sat beside it.
A very young man, about Rosa’s age, brought a bottle of wine, and allowed Master to taste it. She couldn’t believe she’d already comfortably labeled him “Master,” but after hearing Rosa use it often, it stuck.
He smelled it, tasted it, and then nodded. The server poured a glass of the red wine for him, then one for Emma. Emma took a sip, and thought it was fruity but strong. She’d also never had wine.
She sighed audibly, and embarrassed she glanced over to see his reaction. He only looked at her from the corner of his eye, but didn’t comment. She also noticed two plates and a bowl stacked in front of her neatly, and several forks and spoons and knives. She stole a glance at him, as he unfolded his napkin. She did the same. Because she’d never done it, didn’t mean she couldn’t learn.
The young man removed the bowl and placed it to the side, then placed a small plate of bread and a small bowl of something that looked like chopped tomatoes with a dainty spoon inside on top of the plates. She waited and watched him, as he took a piece of the hard toasted bread and placed a small amount of tomatoes on it, then took a bite. She did the same.
Her eyes grew wide at the taste; crunchy, cool and spicy all at the same time. “Ummm…” she allowed to escape her lips, and then glanced at him again. He almost smiled, those high cheek bones forming perfect little circles beside his straight nose. The more she looked at him she wondered if he was American. And then she wondered if he could speak English. Maybe that’s why he was so quiet. The grin turned to a full smile, and she wondered why he smiled.
But she didn’t think of anything else as she took another bite of her food. She tried not to scarf it down like she did her breakfast, and thankfully she wasn’t as hungry as she’d been this morning. There were only two pieces of the toasty bread, so she only got enough to want more. And more there was.
The server took her small plate, and then placed the bowl back on her p lates, as well as Master’s. He carried a small white serving bowl from the kitchen, and filled her bowl with minestrone. This was something she’d had before, but from a can. This was homemade, with freshly chopped vegetables, small round pieces of pasta, and chunky pieces of herbs. She tried not to let another sound of pleasure escape her lips, but couldn’t help it. And he grinned again.
When that bowl was cleared away, she was a little shocked to see a small crystal bowl filled with sherbet placed in front of her. Was this the end of their dinner? She wondered to herself, but tasting the strawberry flavor of the iced concoction, she couldn’t be disappointed in the least. Even if this was the end, she’d enjoyed every moment of it. She closed her eyes, and allowed another “U mmmm ” to escape her lips. This time she was not repentant.
To her surprise, another cou rse was served. The small bowl was re moved, and a course of pasta smothered with grilled chicken with a tomato sauce filled the plate, and she thought nothing could get better than this. She ate every
He wore a black suit without a tie, and the neck of the crisp white collar open to show the muscles at his shoulders and the hollow at the base of his throat. She nearly gasped again at the sight of him. Up close he was even mo re beautiful than from afar.
Since she sat closer to him, she hoped to g uess his age. She thought mid 20’s to early 30 ’s, but of course she couldn’t be sure. And his eyes were even darker than she remembered. Rosa pulled out the chair for him t hen disappeared. Emma hoped Rosa finally got a break, and something to eat. She’d been with her nearly all day.
The same me n who brought their breakfast served their dinner. This was another first for her: their dinner was served in courses. A glass of water sat in front of her, and another empty glass sat beside it.
A very young man, about Rosa’s age, brought a bottle of wine, and allowed Master to taste it. She couldn’t believe she’d already comfortably labeled him “Master,” but after hearing Rosa use it often, it stuck.
He smelled it, tasted it, and then nodded. The server poured a glass of the red wine for him, then one for Emma. Emma took a sip, and thought it was fruity but strong. She’d also never had wine.
She sighed audibly, and embarrassed she glanced over to see his reaction. He only looked at her from the corner of his eye, but didn’t comment. She also noticed two plates and a bowl stacked in front of her neatly, and several forks and spoons and knives. She stole a glance at him, as he unfolded his napkin. She did the same. Because she’d never done it, didn’t mean she couldn’t learn.
The young man removed the bowl and placed it to the side, then placed a small plate of bread and a small bowl of something that looked like chopped tomatoes with a dainty spoon inside on top of the plates. She waited and watched him, as he took a piece of the hard toasted bread and placed a small amount of tomatoes on it, then took a bite. She did the same.
Her eyes grew wide at the taste; crunchy, cool and spicy all at the same time. “Ummm…” she allowed to escape her lips, and then glanced at him again. He almost smiled, those high cheek bones forming perfect little circles beside his straight nose. The more she looked at him she wondered if he was American. And then she wondered if he could speak English. Maybe that’s why he was so quiet. The grin turned to a full smile, and she wondered why he smiled.
But she didn’t think of anything else as she took another bite of her food. She tried not to scarf it down like she did her breakfast, and thankfully she wasn’t as hungry as she’d been this morning. There were only two pieces of the toasty bread, so she only got enough to want more. And more there was.
The server took her small plate, and then placed the bowl back on her p lates, as well as Master’s. He carried a small white serving bowl from the kitchen, and filled her bowl with minestrone. This was something she’d had before, but from a can. This was homemade, with freshly chopped vegetables, small round pieces of pasta, and chunky pieces of herbs. She tried not to let another sound of pleasure escape her lips, but couldn’t help it. And he grinned again.
When that bowl was cleared away, she was a little shocked to see a small crystal bowl filled with sherbet placed in front of her. Was this the end of their dinner? She wondered to herself, but tasting the strawberry flavor of the iced concoction, she couldn’t be disappointed in the least. Even if this was the end, she’d enjoyed every moment of it. She closed her eyes, and allowed another “U mmmm ” to escape her lips. This time she was not repentant.
To her surprise, another cou rse was served. The small bowl was re moved, and a course of pasta smothered with grilled chicken with a tomato sauce filled the plate, and she thought nothing could get better than this. She ate every
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