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Share Us
“We have to, you know…”
“What?”
She shot me the you’re-full-of-shit look. “Share the bedroom. I mean, I can’t very well make my boyfriend sleep downstairs when I bring him home.”
I scratched my chin. “Yeah. I hadn’t thought about that. Trust me, I can be a gentleman if I have to.”
“Can be?”
“Will be.” I finished my glass and offered my hand. “Shall we go figure it out?”
Her nervousness was obvious as we took the stairs and entered her room.
I’d checked it quickly when we first came in, but hadn’t paid attention. Peach was definitely her color.
She went to the closet and pulled out an extra bedspread. “Where’s your stuff? I mean, clothes and things?”
“When a boyfriend comes over for the first time, he doesn’t bring a suitcase with him.”
She handed me the bedspread. “I guess not. I have extra sheets here too.”
I pulled her panties out of my pocket. “I’ll trade you for a pillow.” The thought of her bare next to me had been distracting as hell downstairs.
She shook her head. “I can’t believe you told me to do that.” She pulled a pillow from the bed and threw it in my direction.
I caught it and tossed the panties on the bed. “It’s important that you do what I tell you without question.”
“I guess.”
That cavalier attitude could get her killed.
“Don’t you get it?” I rounded the bed to her and stood inches away. “Slap me.”
* * *
Kelly
Slap him?What the hell?
He grabbed my shoulders. “You still don’t get it. You have to trust me and do what I say. Questioning is going to get you, me, or both of us killed.”
“But I didn’t expect you to—”
“Don’t think,” he said, cutting me off. “There are only two things I won’t tell you to do.”
“Only two?
“Stomp on my foot with your high heel, because I value walking, and knee me in the balls, because I want kids one day.”
I laughed. “Too bad that second one’s off limits. It’s the one I’ve practiced.”
“This isn’t going to work if you question what I tell you. So now you have three choices. A: I can put you on a plane back to Daddy, B: you can stay and follow the rules to the letter, or C: you can do what you’re doing, and get yourself killed.”
I broke free and gave him a slap. “B.”
He backed up and rubbed his cheek. “Better, but you have to be quicker.”
I nodded. “Yes, DA, I get it. Be faster. Hit harder.” I wound up to give him a bigger slap.
