“Mmm…this is delicious!” Gaze murmured, taking a bite of the scramble.
“Better than anything I’ve ever had,” Bound said, around a mouthful of the citrus honey rolls she’d throw in the oven at the last moment. She’d already had the dough fermenting in the cold storage unit and the glaze had only taken a moment to whip up.
“I’m glad you like it.” Lexi smiled, really meaning it. She loved feeding people and she loved it when they truly enjoyed what she made for them. It was one of the joys of being a baker—the satisfaction she felt when she saw that look of pure bliss on someone’s face when they bit into one of her pastries or baked goods.
“Gotta tell you, Angel,” Bound remarked, licking his lips appreciatively. “Feels less like we were bought by a Yonnite Mistress and more like we checked into a five-star hotel where we get breakfast in bed brought to us by the galaxy’s sexiest, most talented chef.”
Lexi felt her cheeks heat with his compliment. “I suppose we could start eating in the dining area,” she said primly, ignoring the Dark Twin’s remark about her being the “sexiest chef in the galaxy” as well as the way both Kindred were looking at her. “But I wanted to be sure you were up to full strength before I asked you to move around too much, Bound.”
“Oh, I’m pretty much back to full strength now, Angel—just had to give my body a little time to heal,” he rumbled.
“Good.” Lexi nodded. “Because that public ball where Mistress Pricklethorn is on the guest list, is tonight. That’s the member of the Yonnite ruling council I told you about. If I can get her to listen to me, I’m sure she’ll grant me an audience with the Sacred Seven.”
“We’ll be ready and willing to stand by your side as your bodyslaves,” Gaze assured her. “There are other clothes that should fit us that seem to be for a more, uh, formal occasion.” He coughed.
“If you’re talkin’ about those fuckin’ crotchless trousers that let your shaft hang out for the Goddess and everybody to see—” Bound began, his dark face like a thundercloud.
“We’ll wear them if our Mistress deems it necessary,” Gaze interrupted him with a frown.
“Hopefully that won’t be necessary,” Lexi said quickly.
“Yes, but I’ve seen Yonnite Mistresses with their bodyslaves,” Gaze objected. “Don’t they like to put their, er, equipment on display?”
“Well, yes,” Lexi admitted. “But I’m really hoping that just having the two of you at my back will be enough to get me into the party and allow me to see Mistress Pricklethorn.”
“From your mouth to the Goddess’s ear,” Bound muttered.
“Whatever is needed and necessary, that’s what we’ll do,” Gaze said firmly. “You rescued us from a horrible death—if we have to parade around a crowded room with our shafts hanging out for a few hours, we’ll do it.”
“Yeah, we will,” Bound admitted grudgingly. “I might not like it, but I can do it. Can do fuckin’ anything for you, Angel,” he added, giving Lexi a warm grin that was somehow charming, despite the double set of fangs it displayed.
Gaze cocked his head to the side as though considering Lexi.
“What about you though, Mistress?” he asked, frowning. “I know you said earlier that you didn’t think you ought to have to, er, display your body in order to fit into Yonnite culture. But it seems to me, it might be necessary to dress more like a Yonnite Mistress if you want to get anywhere at the ball.”
“It might be,” Lexi acknowledged cautiously. “I’ll look through my Great Aunt’s dressing room and see what I can find. It seems that she kept on shopping until the day she died—there are a lot of outfits in there that still have the price markers on them. I’m sure one of them might work.”
“Is that where you found that gorgeous little robe you’re wearing?” Bound rumbled, giving her an appreciative look.
“It does look a lot different from the clothing you were wearing when you rescued us yesterday,” Gaze murmured.
“Well, yes I did find this in the dressing room,” Lexi admitted. “I thought it looked…comfortable to wear around the house. You know?”
“It looks extremely fuckin’ comfortable,” Bound said, nodding.
“Yes, it does,” Gaze agreed. He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t mind us, uh, admiring it, Mistress. It really suits you.”
“Not at all,” Lexi said coolly.
Very aware of their eyes on her, she sat up a little straighter, making sure both of the big Kindred had a good view of her full breasts and tight nipples through the thin red gown she was wearing.
Both Gaze and Bound seemed mesmerized.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Bound growled hoarsely.
“Truly, she is a lovely Elite,” Gaze agreed.
Lexi made no answer but she couldn’t help the shiver of delight she felt. She found she actually liked to be admired—it felt good. And really, what was the harm in letting them look now that she had promised herself there would be no more touching between the three of them?