Blood Sprays

Arabella started with dicing the beef, just the way Mrs George had taught her that Master Klaus liked it.

Well, not "taught" directly, but she did learn it from constantly watching the woman do it for her master, so she had learnt to pick it up with ease.

She was making one of his favorite chicken sauces, and she could not wait for him to taste it.

From where he stood outside the kitchen as she busied herself chopping onions, Arabella watched him with doe eyes, not even glancing except on occasions so as not to injure herself with the knife she was holding.

His hands worked his way through his thick mass of dark hair as he walked down the stairs, and she could see that he was shirtless too.

The the tattoo that stretched from his right breast to underneath his right ear was visible, and swallowing back a huge gulp of whatever Arabella noted the fact that indeed her master was one fine specimen.

This man was an epitome of walking sin, and no one could compare to how sexy he was, at le