Tila's mouth twitched, a sharp retort barely restrained, but she nodded again, her black eyes blazing with anger, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier exposure.
Kael reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube, and tossed it into her lap with a soft thud. Tila's black eyes widened, Lila's following, both girls staring at the bottle, then at Kael, their breaths catching.
He pointed to the tail plug on the bed, its sleek form glinting in the moonlight. "Your first job as my maid is to wear the tail," he said, his voice low, commanding, a sensual edge in his tone.
Tila glared at him, her face flushing to her ears, her black eyes blazing. Lila's black eyes flickered, her curls shifting, her faint smile holding a trace of intrigue.
"You'll wear it," Kael said, his hazel eyes glinting, his grin teasing but firm, "and come down for breakfast. Make sure it hangs—don't tuck it under your clothes."
