<br/>"All in good order," Jarid told her as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers and smiled.<br/><br/>"The kettle should be hot by now," He said lifting her up to stand.<br/><br/>He tucked her under his arm. "Come now."<br/><br/>He stepped off towards the kitchen. His arm at her back supporting her with his touch. The uniform would have to come off in the flat. He wanted her nude in here with him.<br/><br/>"If your warm you can take the uniform off." He offered as he brought her to the chair and slipped from around her.<br/><br/>"Have a seat on the cushion on the floor and I'll bring us tea. We'll sit by the fire. I want to relax before going to work in the studio." He told her.<br/>There would be no pushing this girl. She didn't respond to a heavy hand. Slow. That was the best way. Slow and keep her busy with her music. Because she could actually play. No pretense.<br/><br/>And she would play.<br/><br/>