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Garrett.
    Then she talked with Madalyn about their plans for the day, and what they would do outside while waiting for breakfast.
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    A fter breakfast the dishes were put in the sink, the syrup washed off both kids before they were sent to play in the playroom. When they’d put the last of the food away, Garrett leaned against the counter, folding his arms over his chest.
    “I think we need to discuss some of the basic rules, and how I like things run around here. I’m sure you’re thinking after looking around that I don’t have many rules — but nothing could be further from the truth. Since Anne has died, the house has deteriorated in many different ways. She kept the house running like a well-oiled machine. I may have been the head of this household, but she was the organizer, and I desperately want that back. Desperately.”
    “I’m so sorry. It has to be so difficult to lose someone you rely on so much. I’ll do my best to meet your needs. I sympathize with your loss.”
    Garrett cleared his throat, finding it so difficult to share these particular feelings with a stranger. His grief wasn’t the only reason he was reticent to discuss Anne though. He worried that talking about Anne might hurt Inga’s feelings, somehow. But not talking about Anne, seemed to be disloyal to his deceased wife. The conflict over these feelings confused him.
    “My office hours are nine in the morning until five in the evening. As Annie used to say, I’m used to giving orders all day — whether it’s to secretaries or nurses — and I guess I don’t shut it off once I’m home.” He smiled at her and shrugged. “So, you’ve been forewarned.”
    He didn’t know what else to do as far as that was concerned. He gave orders. As a Master, it’s who he was. He refused to apologize for it, and he definitely couldn’t shut it off. He’d been this way since he hit puberty.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    There it was again. God he loved the sound of that foreign accent saying those two little words, his cock coming almost instantly to attention. Having heard “Master” for years, hearing ‘Sir’ had a certain ring to it, a nice change.
    He could get used to hearing her say those words.
    “Regardless of how the house looks today. I like it to be clean and orderly.”
    “But, Sir. As I—”
    Garrett put a hand up. “Yes, I know. As you stated yesterday, children make messes. I understand children play and make messes, and I enjoy this about my children. I love to watch them play, just as most parents do. However, I expect you to keep those messes contained. Either contain the messes to the playroom, or to the kitchen for crafts or whatever it is you’ll be doing with them. I don’t want to come home to a house filled with toys strewn all over every room. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, Sir. It’s very clear. But I will not guarantee that I can keep the house completely free of toys. Children need to be creative and need to feel that home is the place where they are the most carefree with their creativity. I’m not someone who’ll rein them in just to appease the adult in the room.”
    Garrett put down the dish towel he used for drying the dishes, and stalked her way. “Madam, we’re definitely having a discussion about this. I did not say I want you to curb their creativity. I’ll be sending them to Montessori school so that they’ll be able to channel that creativity, and learn how to utilize it in their everyday lives. However, as I stated previously, I will not have my house looking like a toy room. There’s a large playroom in this house and that’s where the toys are meant to be.” Garrett moved into her personal space, his nose almost touching hers as he continued. “As for ‘appeasing the adult in the room,’ since I’m the only adult in this room that requires appeasement, it’ll be one of the rules that should be adhered to. You should never doubt for one second that I’m to be appeased at all times. Is that