Amber watched him stand, cross the room, fill the glasses that he removed from a drawer, and return. "Thank you, Sir," she replied, her hand wrapping around the clear glass. "As I said, I'm a bit out of my depth here but your magnetism has me wanting to call you Sir. Is that alright?" Now he was staring at her. Why? Did I do something wrong besides barge into his house? What a stupid thing to do, seriously! Maybe he hated her? Or maybe he just wanted to stare at her to make her uneasy? Gods Amber, stop thinking so hard and just let him freaking stare at you, he's going to be your Sir after all!<br/><br/>Trying to hide her thoughts, she drank some of the water and clasped the glass as something to use as a life line.<br/><br/>"That's why I replied to your ad, or at least it was one of the reasons why. I'm self-employed as a massage therapist. I rent the room from a chiropractor and another massage therapist. My clients are my own and my other two "coworkers" have their own clients. So, I only have to go to work when someone is scheduled, give them their hour massage, or how long they have an appointment for, and then leave if that is the only one scheduled for the day. On busy days, usually towards the end of the week, I can have up to four clients. I never work past four PM and I usually don't go in until 11 or noon. If we need to change that, Sir, it should be easy enough to do."<br/><br/>Even though he was staring at her, Amber didn't think he was a murderer or anything like that. Sure, he had a presence that was making her want to do what he said but so far, he was being polite and a gentlemen. That's why she started to think of him as Sir or Sir Mark. Master just didn't seem right, at least not to her, or at least not yet. Maybe she had finally found her knight, it would be a surprise if that's true but also a wonder. Sure, her knight had some kinky tastes but would that really be so bad? He sure looked the part, suited up in his armor (his black suit), ready to go to war.