“Bring it,” he said. “I don’t know if we can power it, but I can pull the data for you and put it on a frame. Whatever size you want.”
I grinned at his innuendo as I made a check next toe-readeron my list, and made a note to download as many books as I could fit on it. “So I’m wondering about clothes. I assume what’s fashionable here will be wildly different there. I have a few things I really like that I want to bring, but I don’t want to over do it. Like I thought about bringing a pair of high heels, but should I? Is that crazy? I don’t even know how tall you are. Maybe I should leave them. It’s not like they’re comfortable to wear for long, anyway.”
“Ah, Cora? Wait.” He cleared his throat and did something with his camera. Or his nexus frame? “High heels. Those are the shoes you were wearing in your profile image?”
“Yeah. I’ll just leave them, though. I’m being silly.”
“No. Bring those.”
“Oh,” I paused. “Would they be fashionable there?”
He grunted. “You’re mine. You can wear whatever you want and no one will say shit to you. But the shoes? They’ll be very fashionable in our bedroom.”
Oh. “I see,” I said primly, a tide of warmth filling my lower belly. “I’ll bring them, then.”
“On the transport vessel,” he said, brooking no argument. He didn’t want to wait for them to be delivered, then.Daddy likes fuck me pumps. Got it.
“I’ll bring them,” I said, biting down on the corner of my mouth to control my smile.
“What else?” he asked, his dark eyes intense through the screens between us. What would they be like in person?
“My couch.”
“You want to bring it?”
“Is that too much?” I asked. “I don’t have any concept of what this all costs.”
“It will be sent with your other things,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
Sternly, he said, “You want it. I’ll have it delivered. What else?”
“How long do I have to pack?”
“Six days,” he said. “I tried to get an earlier departure, but that was the best I could do.”
“Holy shit.” I put a hand to my forehead. “Okay. Wow. Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
I laughed, still in shock. “Nothing, I guess. I mean, I can just… not sleep between now and then. I mean, I’m going to be sleeping for two months, right?”
“It’s not enough time.”
“I was expecting more time, yes,” I admitted.
He sighed. “I need you here as soon as possible. What can I do to make this work for you?”
I shook my head. “It’s fine. I can figure it out. You just caught me by surprise.”
“I’ll pay someone to help you,” he said.
“That would be a big help. What about Andrew? He got laid off at the same time as me, and he hasn’t found work yet.”
“Is he going to try to talk you out of leaving again?” Yiri asked with a resentful growl.
I waved that away. “No, we’re past it,” I said. “He was already helping me today, and he’s coming back tomorrow. I’ll feel better about it if he’s being paid, though.”
