Kay was the first to respond, doing so with a nod of her head. Neither girl had the faintest idea of what the billionaire was talking about, but when you put things together the way Davis seemed to have done, Kay thought he was asking if she was O.K..

"Yes sir, um, Master. I've done a bit of skiing and stayed at a lot of places called chat…"

Thump!

Kay ankle hurt where Leslie kicked her. Before she could complain, her "owner" was pushing her back down to her knees.

"She's still rather a project. She's relatively new to me and I'm still training her to what I like," Leslie said quickly. Hoping that their total lack of knowledge hadn't been given them away already.

"Yes, yes," Davis said with a smile. "It does take so long. It's so much energy to get them trained just right. That's why I'm so lucky with Ilisa. She's my personal slave, perfectly trained I might add, and she takes care of my other slaves for me."

"And how many would that be?"

Davis dismissed the question away with his hand. "I've lost track long ago. Let's just say it's a big house, and one never knows when you'll be entertain a guest." Then as he looked around the crowded room, "Or how many."

Leslie blankly stared at the man for an instant. He couldn't be serious, could he? Why the number of slaves necessary to host this many people would be staggering. Which made the possibility all the more interesting to her.

Davis would have to have someplace to house that many slaves, which meant one more could easily be mixed in.

No matter how unwilling she was!

One glance down to Kay told Leslie that her partner had come to the same conclusion. Their breaking up to cover more ground may indeed turn out to be very important.