Page 70 of Corruption
I scrutinized the garment, hoping to discern its significance or purpose, but it remained an enigma.
“Is it mine?” I inquired.
“Technically, yes. I bought it for you to wear,” he revealed.
“Is it supposed to do something?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, burst into flames as I stand in a room full of people?” I retorted sarcastically, eliciting a smile from him.
“No, it’s just a dress,” he repeated.
I remained skeptical, but he snapped his fingers at me, urging me to hurry. I undressed and put on the dress, struggling slightly with the zipper. He approached me with my perfume, spreading it liberally over me, nearly overwhelming my nose.
“That’s too much!” I exclaimed.
“Perfect,” he corrected, leaning in to sniff the air, his smile growing. He then turned me around and assisted me in zipping up the dress.
As he finished, he instructed me to go brush my hair and make myself more presentable. The situation was becoming increasingly bizarre, and I wanted to understand its purpose, but I couldn’t grasp it. After preparing myself, applying some makeup with what he had taken from my home, and styling my hair, I left the bathroom to find him waiting for me.
“Down,” he ordered.
“What?”
“Your hair.”
“Why? I think it looks better like this,” I informed him.
“Because you always wore your hair down.”
Sighing, I pulled out the hairband, placing it on the coffee table before looking at Jared expectantly. Both of us were dressed rather elegantly, as if we were preparing for a night out. It only added to my confusion.
“Master?” I called as Jared’s eyes roamed down my body.
“You’re missing something.”
“What?”
“Shoes.”
He went to the closet, retrieving a pair of black heels and handing them to me. I looked at him in confusion, but with a nod of his head, he ordered me to put them on. I complied without protest, and he waved me along once more. This situation made no sense at all, and I was becoming increasingly apprehensive about following him, especially in his current enigmatic mood. What on earth was he planning?
We walked downstairs at a leisurely pace, and upon entering the kitchen, I caught the enticing aroma of food being prepared. However, Jared instructed the servant who was cooking to leave the rest to me. I sighed almost contentedly as she left, grateful to return to a sense of normalcy. Jared noticed my sigh and turned to me.
“You seem relieved,” he pointed out, his gaze fixed on me.
“It’s just very strange that you haven’t ordered me to cook for a while,” I responded.
“Miss cooking?” he teased, a playful glint in his eye.
“Not one bit, but at least it feels like we’re returning to some semblance of normality. You’ve been acting oddly lately,” I observed, hoping he might offer an explanation. However, he simply gestured toward the food.
“It’s almost done, just needs to be tasted. Once you’ve ensured it’s prepared properly, serve it to both of us in the dining room.”
“Both of us? I’m not playing the role of a servant?”
“No, you won’t be playing a servant tonight,” he assured me, his demeanor relaxed as he placed his hands in his pockets.
