“Why don’t you go get a pillow,” Jack said as he scooped the chicken onto the platter of cooked rice. “I’ll set the table.”
Eyebrows raised, Royce shook her head. “A pillow?”
“Mhm.”
“Um.” She slid off the counter. “Okay?”
She didn’t question any further and just went to fetch the pillow like Jack told her to. In the kitchen, Jack placed their dinner on the table while getting down one place setting. As he poured himself a glass of red wine, Royce came back and paused in the doorway. She stood there almost quizzically as she stared at the table and then back at the pillow she held in her hands.
Jack could literally hear her quick intake of breath as her mouth formed a little ‘o’ in realization of what was about to happen. Her eyes lifted to meet Jack’s. Jack gives her a smirk. Gestured to the side of his chair.
“You can kneel or sit,” he told Royce. “That’s your choice. But you’re gonna be fed by me tonight, little one.”