Zara didn't understand. Had she done something wrong? He completely ignored her second advances and went straight to work. It sort of made sense, he did have a lot of work to do.. but really what man didn't at least.. jump when someone grabbed them in their pleasure zone? Or at least.. acknowledged she had... no, he was different, and it intrigued her. So she followed him downstairs, and when he gave his orders, she realized that was exactly what they were, orders.
So with a simple nod, she went to work, taking things out of boxes and keeping them there so as not to mess anything up. She glanced his way every now and then, as though gauging his reactions, unsure of how to act around him anymore. She had offered to help clean up, but she had at least expected.. something... something more then the treatment she was getting that was for sure. So as she stared at the box in her hand, she realized that she might as well treat it like it felt like, he was the master, he had made that clear from the very beginning, walking slightly in front of her, pushing her against a wall, everything he did, he was in control, during their sex, he had taken complete control, and she knew.. it was his personality.
But she also knew that men who got what they wanted, often rewarded good behavior, so she started to move faster, keeping her eyes on the task at hand, but keeping her ears open for any additional commands. She just hoped, if he let her, if she did what he wanted, she'd get what SHE wanted in the end, and that was a piece of him... and lets face it, they had a connection. One you couldn't fake, so she worked hard, breaking out in sweat, but not caring as she moved around, forcing herself to go on, until every last thing he ordered her to do, was done.