Damien
"Pick up your wits Serena." I said, my gaze not leaving her for even a second.
"That's not what I meant." She hastily grabbed her fork and dug into the food on her plate.
"So…from your question, I'm guessing your wifely duties will consist of existing, eating, breathing, looking pretty, and touring my mansions."
She looked up at me like I had just said something outrageous.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked in a voice laced with something I couldn't quite name.
"I should be asking you that question if we are going to be honest here. Everything is taken care of already. The food, the money, the house, comfort—you name it. You have the staff at your beck and call and don't try to tell me you have a knack for making your own meals because no wife of mine will be in the kitchen. So if you're not talking about making love to you every night then this is the only answer I can afford."
