I nip at his heels like an eager puppy.
“Mirella had lice once,” he tells me.
“What?!”
He laughs. “She was a kindergarten teacher. It was a work hazard.”
“I bet you weren’t impressed with that.”
He settles the tray on the coffee table. “No, I wasn’t. It was kind of hilarious, looking back though.”
We both take a seat on the loveseat. I help myself to a grape.
He stacks a cracker with cheese and a pecan. “I must have really loved her because I still saw her.”
I help myself too. “If I had lice, would you still spank me?”
“Definitely.”
I smile and pop a cracker with cheese into my mouth. It’s delicious.
We enjoy the food, and the conversation flows smoothly. When I tell him about Samuel and the flowers, he grows concerned.
“It’s nothing to worry about. I can deal with him.”
“Well, let me know if I can help,” he says. And after a beat, he adds. “You’re mine.”
“Why, Mr. Boss Man is quite possessive, isn’t he?”
He smiles. “It’s in the agreement. Exclusivity.”
“True… but I told you, I’m not interested in him that way.”
“No one gets to touch you but me.”
I laugh. “Yes, Sir. Speaking of which…”
A slow smile traces his lips. “Come over here.”
