Forbidden Innocence: Tales of the Forbidden by Jaden Sinclair Page A

scared the living hell right out of her.
    “I didn’t want to wake you,” he said. “Sort of even enjoyed watching you sleep.”
    She opened her eyes, turned her head and stared right into the darkest set of eyes she ever saw in her life. Blaine was kneeling down by the bed, his slacks back on and shirt open, showing his muscular chest.
    The long, black locks of his hair were wet, meaning he’d already showered.
    The last thing they had done, he had looked at her body in the bathroom. Shyla feared that he would take her again right there, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently and coming behind her. Thick arms went around her smaller frame, holding her close to his hot body. Surprisingly enough she fell asleep like that, surprised that she felt safe in his arms. But now morning came and the uncertainty with it.
    “Hungry?” he asked, reaching out and touching her face.
    She didn’t answer him. Instead, Blaine pulled back the covers and 41

    had her out of the bed, walking to the low table once more. He sat down, tugging her close to him.
    A large spread lay before her on the table. Scrambled eyes, sausage, ham and bacon. Toast along with biscuit and gravy, orange juice, coffee, and fruit. She even saw bagels with three different cream cheese flavours.
    “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” she breathed out, afraid to touch anything.
    “Yeah I’ve heard the food here sucks for you girls.” He plated the food for her. “Try a bit of everything. I’m going to need to know what you like so Sally can fix it for you.”
    “Who’s Sally?”
    “My cook.” He poured some of the coffee in a cup, a small amount of sugar and took a sip. “I can’t cook for shit. Can do toast, but that’s pushing it sometimes. Been known to blow up the toaster when I was younger.”
    Shyla smiled. She could picture him waiting by a toaster and the thing catching on fire.
    “Your smile. I like it.” She felt her face heat up and even more so when he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
    She ate the food, loving the taste of everything, and like he suggested, she tried it all. When she finished, she felt stuffed. Settling back, her hands went to her belly. She felt ready to explode.
    A knock came on the door and she jumped up, backing away, waiting for the Mistress to walk through and tell her that everything was a joke, time to go back to her room. But it happened to not be the Mistress, but the two servant women from the night before.
    “That is my clue to disappear for about an hour.” Again, she jumped and this time it was to him wrapping his arms around her again. “The spoiling time begins.”
    “Huh?”
    “They’re going to bath you, and dress you. So when I come back you’ll be ready to leave.”
    “This is real then,” she whispered, looking around him at the women who stood waiting for him to leave. One had a large box in her hand.
    “I’m not going back to my room or the classes.”
    “The only place you’re going to be going is out the front doors with me.” He hooked a finger under her chin, making her look up at him. A light kiss along with a brush of knuckles across her check and he turned, leaving her alone.
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    box motioned for Shyla to the bathroom. They drew a scented bubble bath that relaxed every muscle in her body. They washed her hair, her body, her everything. When that was finished, they dried her off and walked her back into the bedroom.
    A pale pink silk blouse with long sleeves went over her head and down her arms to tighten around the wrists. Shockingly, a thong slipped up over her legs, around her hips and fit snuggly between the curves of her ass.
    The top’s neckline hung off her shoulders. She wore no bra under it and the silk teased her nipples, making them hard which they clearly showed to anyone who might be looking. A matching skirt followed the