Page 61 of The Heir
I pause on a deep breath and hold a palm up, just done with the wholeMrs. Kingthing. It's not funny.
"Marianne, I need in my dresser. I need a bra. Panties." My eyes search her grey ones, seeing them widen before a light flush enters her face.
"Uhm, Ma'am I-I… I won't be able to."
I tighten my lips speaking through gritted teeth. "And why the hellnot?"My nostrils flare as I take in a deep breath.
I can do it. I can be calm.
"Permission to speak to you in private, Mrs. King?" she requests. We stare at each other for a second and I see nothing but respect in her demeanor, no teasing.
"Okay, but stop calling me that!" I turn and walk back out the door, seeing Xavier standing there stoically. "Please leave Marianne and I alone for a moment."
Xavier nods then walks to the end of the hallway, resuming his stance with his arms folded in front of him. I turn to Marianne andheave what I would call a soul soothing sigh before giving her a sweet smile. "Marianne, I need a bra, and I need panties. Woman to woman."
"Mrs. King-"
"It's Ms.Brookes."
She fights back a grin as she takes in my cheeky response. I don't care how many people call me Mrs. King, I won't be deluded into thinking this is normal.
"I cannot open your drawer for you. Not yet." She wets her lips and then takes a step back with wide eyes as if she's nervous that I'm going to do something to her.
My eyes widen and I soften my voice. "Oh, Marianne, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want some underwear."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. King, but Mr. King has told me that I can't unlock your dresser drawers yet."
"Why the hell not?" I fold my arms and scowl. I know his staff is in on it. I just know they are.
"B-Because, Ma'am, he says you can have access to your drawers when you earn it."
Whoa.
Rage unlike any fills me, but I also feel a fission of arousal race through my veins at the prospect of earning anything from King.
"Earn it,huh?" I scrunch my nose, feeling a renewed rebellion in my spirit. Marianne eyes me with renewed interest. "Marianne," I tilt my head. "Where's the kitchen? I need a pitcher of water."
Marianne looks at me and a slow smile fills her face, letting me know that she's on my side. "Come with me ma'am." She turns on her heel and strides out of the laundry room and into the hallway.
When we walk into the expansive kitchen I smile with absolute glee as I stand there filling a pitcher under the spout. "Marianne?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I need you to distract Xavier." I fold my arms and lean my hips against the porcelain sink.
"Yes ma'am."
We giggle together, sharing a secret and shared sisterhood. We part ways at the bedroom where she calls Xavier away and I march into my blue bedroom.
Tossing the water into King's face.
"Time to wake up."
Chapter thirteen
Sing
"Ididn't know you could sing," I whisper against her lips. I hum a few bars of the tune she'd sang in her drugged state last night right before we said 'I do.'
