Carrick was pleased at the girl's response. She seemed to think one step ahead, in comparison to many slaves he'd had in the recent past.
"There's not much in the way of suitable female clothing here at present, but I'll order some clothes for you," he remarked. "I want you to look your best when I have guests or when you accompany me in town. My steward takes care of the household accounts - if you give him your measurements, I'll select a wardrobe for you."
He looked down at the waves of dark hair that fell over the slave's shoulders and back. They looked so soft. He stepped forwards and lifted a strand of it, winding it around his fingers. "If there's anything you require in the way of beauty products or hair appointments or anything else that as a man I have no clue about, don't be afraid to request them. You're a rare investment, Grace, and I won't skimp on you."
He stepped back. "You can stand," he said. "I'll show you around the house." He glanced around. Obviously this is your room, and you have your own bathroom. There's a maid, but I'll ask you to keep your own chambers clean and tidy. My bedroom is just down the hallway." He shot her a glance. "You'll be seeing that later."