Page 109 (1/2)

“No more snacks for you,” his uncle decrees authoritatively, and I al to be bossed about, dominated, I like it to be—

Nope Scratch that thought Shove it under the bed with the headless man

“It’s, I erm It’s just some fruit and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” Plus some pistachios and a slice of moist and boozy Dundee cake, and a couple of shortbread cookie tails What? I didn’t kno long I’ll have to hide up there!

Archie’s expression twists, and he seeht on byas I watch him come to a stop between the row of blacka piece of statuary You know the one at the foot of the stairs? Worse still, the little snitch assu his hip and pretending to hold a cup in his hand How that didn’t snap off rather than his penis, I’ll never understand, protruding as it does

The statue, obviously Not the kid

With a prickling awareness, I co behind me How stealthy

“Uncle Sandy?” Archie sing-songs “Holly says she has jelly on her toast for breakfast Doesn’t that sound yucky?”

I findbreakfast conversation “Jelly is just fruit,” I explain “Like a fruit spread A preserve? Raspberry, strawberry—”

“So, what’s the difference between ja in

“I can answer that” I shiver as Alexander’s lohispered response coasts my ear from behind “I can’t jelly my cock up your arse”

I gasp—if I had pearls, I’d grab them That’s no way for a man of his station to—

I don’t even get to swing around to sho shocked (turned on?) I am as he saunters on by to stand in front of Archie

Turned on by his voice in

The other isdoes not turn my knees to Jell-O

I don’t think

“Hello, little Apollo”

“I’ the statue had in his hand? Hugh said it was it a can of cola”

Alexander chuckles, his gaze swinging back to me This is not the look of a man about to call the police, I think Not that he can prove anything So it’sSo it’s broken It doesn’t mean it’s my fault Not entirely

“In one hand, he’s holding the remains of a bow,” Alexander explains “In the other, is his quiver”