Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3) Read Free Page B

with you.”
    He left them without any reprimand.
    “That was so sweet of him to say,” Lea cooed.
    “My Master is a good man.”
    “The best!”
    Brie put her computer away and the two made quick work of three more boxes before Lea had to leave. Sir escorted them both out, giving Brie the meal he had cooked for Celestia while the girls had finished their work. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious—far beyond anything Brie could have prepared.
    “Thank you, Sir Davis. You really didn’t have to make me a meal, but thanks,” Lea joked, grabbing the meal from Brie.
    Sir shook his head good-naturedly as he took it back. “Watch yourself, Lea.”
    Brie was amazed at Lea’s boldness. Not too many people were brave enough to joke with Sir. It made her love Lea all the more. “Call you tomorrow?”
    Lea gave her a big hug. “I’m counting on it, subbie.”

    On the drive there, Sir surprised Brie by stating, “Although I have made dinner, there is something I want you to cook especially for Marquis Gray once we get there.”
    She hid her disappointment with a smile. Having to cook for Marquis was humiliating, especially after the egg fiasco just before graduation. “Yes, Sir.”
    He winked at her. “I know he will appreciate it.”
    She wondered about this sudden trip to visit them and asked, “Is everything okay with Celestia, Sir? Is she having trouble recovering from her emergency appendectomy?”
    He chuckled. “She is well enough. I think this is more for Marquis’ sake. He has been at home taking care of his sub for more than a week, and I think it is driving him mad.”
    Brie was struck again by the paradigm shift—first with Ms. Clark and now with Marquis. She had always imagined him to be almost Zen-like in his approach to life. The idea that Marquis was going stir-crazy seemed so…human.
    “I couldn’t help over hearing part of your conversation with Lea,” Sir stated. “During our stay in Russia, Ms. Clark’s name is not to be mentioned.”
    Brie couldn’t imagine what had happened to provoke such a command.
    “I won’t, Sir.”
    “I personally don’t care for gossip, but in this case it was beneficial. You needed to be aware of that dynamic so you would not mistakenly mention it. Although the incident occurred years ago, there are still raw nerves on all sides.”
    “May I ask what happened, Sir?”
    “You may ask, but I will not answer. It is a private matter.”
    Brie cringed, feeling bad for prying. Humbled, she assured him, “I will not ask again, Sir. Please forgive me.”
    “Lea is a natural gossip. I know that is not your nature.”
    She didn’t want Sir to think badly of Lea. “I promise we will work hard next time to make up for today.”
    “See that you do,” he replied as they pulled into the driveway of a sprawling, ranch-style home. He added, almost as an afterthought, “It would be nice to be settled, Brie. I’ve never been a fan of boxes.”
    Sir’s comment warmed her heart. It was his way of saying that he wanted her there permanently. She blurted, “I love you, Sir!”
    His devastating smile set her heart aflutter as she got out of the car, but those feelings of momentary bliss disappeared as soon as she stood on Marquis Gray’s doorstep.

A Little Dish on Clark

    B rie held up her philosophy textbook from college. “Why do I still have this? I’ll never use it.”
    Lea giggled. “Give it to charity. I’m sure some poor college student would appreciate not spending a hundred bucks for the book.”
    Brie turned it over and looked at the price tag. “A hundred and eighteen bucks, girl.” She flipped through the pages. “I think I cracked it open maybe…um…three times. The teacher didn’t like teaching from books.” She tossed it in the ‘give away’ pile and dug back into the box.
    Lea had volunteered to help Brie move in to Sir’s apartment. However, Sir had suggested the two first sort through the boxes, dividing them into three piles: