He shook his head, stiffening again at her willing subservience."If you can stay for a minute, Mrs. Wilson, I have some business to attend to. Do you ...ind?" Oh, no, Sir. I'll stay right here." She moved to kneel in her spot beside his big desk.Damon busied himself at the bar for moment, handing her a drink as he left the office.Harold had smirked when Alex had walked into the office nest door. What a fucking prude. A good looking prude, he corrected himself. There was something different about. That's a dick, not loving." "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Has she tried an online service to meet people?" "She says she has and that it's a bit like a meat market. Most of the guys just wanted a quick fuck and a home-cooked meal. Not necessarily in that order, according to Mom." "Well, maybe I can think of some guy at work." "You know, Doug, there is a guy where you work that might just be the right one." "Now, you don't mean Fred Winters, he's too old." "No, you." "Shit, Janet, are you. This is Scott,” he said and I was stunned. I couldn’t answer I just sat there stunned. Stunned by what had happened, stunned by the fact that it was him on the phone. I had expected it to be Elizabeth but it wasn’t, it was Scott. He continued, “Are you really pregnant?”I let out a sigh and I guess he heard it because he sat quietly for a few moments waiting for my answer, “Yes,” I said softly.“I have to see you, I have to talk to you, come over to my house. . . now,” he said. I sat there. Peasants were one thing, but he didn't think his status would have sway with a demon."No Master, I am Lexia, your loyal servant. It will be my pleasure to grant you any wish you desire." I've got hundreds of servants. Why shouldn't I just have you beheaded for breaking into my room?" Well Master, because I can do what none of those other servants can." And what might that be?"Lexia just smiled, and floated into the air, never moving from her seated position."By the Gods..." Not quite," Lexia.