"Ms. Phillips, can I call you Amelia?"

It's such a simple question. But it throws me into confusion all the same. A million tiny questions emerge and pop in my head like the bubbles of freshly-poured soda. My brain's at it again, automatically trying to overanalyze the purpose and framing of such a fundamental query.

Well, I suppose there's no harm in getting more personal with Oliver Dyne.

"Yes, but if only I can call you 'Oliver'." I manage a smile and nod slowly.

His eyes narrow, sending aroused chills down my spine and in between my legs yet again. No other man in my life has ever been able to make me feel like I do now for Oliver Dyne.

"I will call you Amelia, but you must address me as 'Master Dyne'."

Blind shock paralyzes me. I blink my eyes, unsure of what I just heard.

"E-excuse me?"

"You hear me, Amelia. You heard me loud and clear."

I blink some more. 'Master Dyne'? Is he serious?

"If you wondering in that little head of yours, yes I'm completely serious, Amelia." he reads me perfectly and I, still shaken to the very core by the randomness of his request, remain silent.

"How do you address me?"

I stare into his piercing blue eyes once more, only to find nothing but a cold dispassion in him.

"M-master Dyne." I utter softly at last.

"Good girl."