He turned and looked down at me.“Do not go near thosewindows or the couches.”
My master was huge.I had a massive seating area for reasonsthat were mostly aesthetic, unless my nephews were up here messing around,which was usually right where they ran the minute they entered my house becauseit drove Jet crazy and my boysandme loved driving my big sistercrazy.
Two couches faced each other over a coffee table madeentirely of glass.
If I was in the mood, it gave me options for lounging andreading.
It gave Mo bad thoughts.
“I read a lot, Mo, and—”
“No window seat.No couches.Or we put up a sheet until thisis over.”
I pressed my lips together and sucked them between my teeth.
A sheet would totally mess with my masterpiece.
“And you’re not in this room without clothes, ever,” he wenton.
I let go of my lips and nodded.
“Not even just underwear,” he added.
That seemed OTT, considering.
“I strip for a living, Mo, and—”
“Not even just underwear.”
Okay then.
I nodded.
“I sleep on the couch.”And he tilted his head toward thecouch.
Um…
Saywhat?
“I have a guestroom,” I pointed out.
“I sleep on the couch.”
“Won’t one of Hawk’s other guys—?”
“Just me.”
Okay.
Wait.
What?
“You’re notgonna…trade off orsomething?”I asked.
He shook his head.
Once.
