Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld by Shakir Rashaan Page B

we headed toward the house once again.
    I didn’t mind the cat-and-mouse games too much. In fact, it was a bit refreshing to see such a lovely woman nonverbally flirting without the pretenses of titles and station. Well, at least not entirely. The fact that I was a Dominant in this realm, and a Dominant nadia had developed a respect for, might have had something to do with her flirting on the edges. The way I saw it, she, in the brief time we’d shared the same space, developed a passion that was predicated upon her respect for my station, and the good things she had heard from her Master about me.
    That was fine by me. It’s not like I could not have had nadia hot and bothered under normal circumstances, but at the same time, it helped to not have had to put the litmus test out there.
    The next time she looked up at me, I gave a wink, letting her know I wouldn’t discuss this little interlude between us with her Master, and blew her a kiss from the backseat to consummate the brief dance between us.
    nadia returned the gesture with a kiss in the mirror at me of her own, letting me know she enjoyed the dance as well, and a wink letting me know we could continue the dance again, with her Master’s permission, whenever I was ready.
    Sometimes, it’s great to be Pharaoh.

EIGHTNEFERTERRI
    “Good evening, my Goddess. i imagine You were not expecting me.”
    Those were the first words out of Scarlett’s mouth as she presented herself, in her kneeling position, at the threshold of the front door of our new home.
    The words out of my mouth would have been oh my God, but that would have been a gross misrepresentation of my feelings at that moment. It was a sight I honestly had no recent hopes of seeing: our precious shamise back amongst her family.
    When Ramesses first told me he had heard from her while we were in Dubai, I honestly thought he was joking. When I realized he wasn’t, my heart actually skipped a beat or two. Deep down, I believed she would find her way back within the House once again, but I tempered my hopes with a dose of reality as well. After all, she was on the West Coast now.
    “Hi, baby. Yes, I will say I was not expecting you. I was actually awaiting sajira’s arrival soon. she will be very happy to see you. Now, on your feet, My Scarlett,” I commanded, pointing toward the loveseat in the living room for her to kneel near.
    “Yes, my Goddess.”
    Once we settled to get a chance to talk a little more, I was dying to know what prompted the surprise visit, as she knew it was a breach of protocol to drop in unannounced.
    Before our conversation could start, the doorbell rang again, alerting me to sajira’s arrival. “Stay here, Scarlett. your sister is at the door.”
    I don’t know who was smiling more at that moment: me, or Scarlett.
    I opened the front door and allowed sajira to crawl to her place on the other side of the loveseat, where she was not aware of Scarlett’s presence until she settled into her kneeling position and I commanded her to open her eyes.
    “Oh my God, Scarlett!” she screamed, trying hard to fight back feelings to reach out and hug her. “i’m sorry, my Goddess, i didn’t mean to—”
    “It’s alright, this time, sajira,” I told her, stroking her hair and then tapping her on her shoulder to release from her position. “I was quite pleasantly surprised to see her as well.”
    “Thank You, Ma’am, it won’t happen again,” sajira sat on the floor opposite Scarlett. She was flustered from having been caught breaking protocol, and it showed. “i’m trying to figure out, well, that is to say—”
    “Scarlett, your former sister is dying to know, what are you doing here?” I asked her, running my fingers through the familiar crimsontinged tresses that once belonged to me. A similarly familiar purr escaped her lips, letting both sajira and me know she missed it as much as I did.
    “Well, Ma’am, i’m not sure if You’re going to believe this or not,”