AMBROSE'S POV:
"Your clothes have all been hung, please pick out an evening dress that matches the red coat. I'd like to take a walk with you after dinner."
"Okay." She didn't ask questions; she just acted with surprising obedience.
"No arguing?" I asked skeptically. Expecting for some kind of defiance.
"No, why would I?" she asked me.
"I don't know, for shits and giggles maybe?" I teased.
"Ha, ha, very funny. I told you from the start I wouldn't make things easy on you." She rose from the bed, dragging the sheet with her, covering her body.
I wanted to jerk the blanket back, but I thought I'd let her leave with the dignity she thought she needed in front of me.
"Join me in the shower." I insisted more than asked.
"What?" She looked back at me quickly. With narrowed eyes.
"You heard me, I want you to wash me." I said leaving no room for argument as I rose from the bed, naked, letting her take in all of me.
I could feel her eyes grazing over my body.
