20: Showing his trust

*Skye*

As he escorts me from the room, I am a bit surprised … based upon the way his eyes had darkened as he had rubbed my chin … that he hadn’t tossed me on a nearby sofa and pulled up my skirt.

Once outside, I lock the door, already dreading the encounter I will have with Mrs. Barney regarding the keys in the morning. I am going to reclaim the room whether Ben likes it or not.

When he isn’t around, I will entertain myself by playing the piano. I understand it is his house and his rules, but some rules are in need of breaking.

Carrying on down the hallway, I become very aware of my uneven gait, my slipper whispering along the floor, his boot clomping.

“How are you managing to keep my boot on ?” He asks.

“I stuffed newspaper into the toe and around the sides, filling up the space around my foot. A trick I learned from my mother, who always bought our shoes a bit large so we could grow into them and they would last longer”. I explain.

He looks surprised. “Our shoes ? You had sib