The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance by Harper Miller Read Free Book Online Page B

not Central Park West. This side of the park was explicitly relegated to the upper echelon of New Yorkers. i was doing well, but clearly not as well as Rick. How could He afford such a spacious condo on a doctor’s salary? Doctors are well-off, but not this well-off.
    After giving me a tour of His apartment, Rick and i settled in the kitchen. He pulled out my chair and waited for me to be seated before He poured me a glass of wine. As i sipped my wine, He filled our plates with the chicken stir-fry and wild rice He had prepared. It was great to see that there were still Men who believed in chivalry.
    “Do You cook often?” i asked, taking another sip of the Pinot Grigio He had selected.
    He placed our plates on the table and took a seat across from me. “Define ‘often,’” He countered.
    “Well, You’re a Bachelor. i was wondering if You eat out of takeout containers more often than preparing home-cooked meals?”
    He picked up His fork and took a few bites, making me wait for His response.
    He wiped His mouth with a napkin and paused for a moment before speaking. “I don’t cook often, but if I do, it’s usually something quick and lean like what we’re eating now.” Rick rested His elbows on the table and leaned forward. “With My schedule, by the time I arrive home I’m not in the mood to stand over a hot stove. It’s times like that where I’d really enjoy domestic servitude. I would come home and My girl would have My dinner waiting.”
    Domestic servitude didn’t bother me one bit. i enjoyed it, since i was a bit of a neat freak. Everything in my apartment had a place. i think the term for someone who’s into apartment therapy coupled with a bit of obsessive compulsiveness is called a domestic goddess. i might’ve heard it mentioned on one of those HGTV design shows, or maybe it was Queer Eye for the Straight Guy , but don’t quote me on that.
    Providing for a Dom in a capacity that made His life easier was my duty. If that meant doing His laundry, making His meals, keeping His home clean, so be it. Besides, cleaning was therapeutic for me. It was yet another way i dealt with stress.
    i took a few more bites of the sweet and tangy stir-fry. Rick had a few skills in the kitchen.
    “Is domestic servitude something you’re interested in, micah?” He asked.
    “Yes, Sir. i consider myself a bit of a neat freak. Although i’ve never been in a long-term arrangement, i’ve served as house girl for other Doms in the past,” i replied.
    He quirked an eyebrow and stared at me . . . hard .
    i immediately stopped eating and put my fork down, trying to replay my last few words in my head. Did i overstep my bounds and say something inappropriate by discussing previous Doms? Why was He looking at me like that?
    “you called Me ‘Sir.’”
    Yep, i’m pretty sure my cheeks were flushed. While i may be of a darker hue, i felt as if my entire face had turned bright red. For all i knew, i was giving that damn reindeer Rudolph a run for his money.
    “i-i’m sorry. i—”
    He interrupted my stammering. “micah. It’s all right. I prefer you address Me that way, but I wanted it to come naturally.”
    i didn’t know what to say. i addressed Him as Sir as if it were the norm. i had gotten caught up in our discussion and it . . . it just happened.
    “Between our phone conversation and the time we’ve spent together tonight talking, it’s pretty obvious we have something powerful between us, but we’ve got to feel one another out and see how well we jive. What works, what doesn’t. I want you to be comfortable with Me. I accept you addressing Me as Sir.”
    In my nervousness, i lightly chewed on my lower lip. He seemed so incredibly calm while i was a mess inside. i lowered my eyes to focus on my plate and poked at a piece of chicken with my fork.
    He reached across the table and gently lifted my chin, pinning me with His gaze. “Hey, pretty girl, we still have a bit more ground to cover. We only