Page 55 of Duty and Desire
“The bathroom has frosted windows,” I shared helpfully. “And there aren’t any windows in the walk-in closet.”
The bed was against the back wall.
He turned and looked down at me. “Do not go near those windows or the couches.”
My master was huge. I had a massive seating area for reasons that were mostly aesthetic, unless my nephews were up here messing around, which was usually right where they ran the minute they entered my house because it drove Jet crazy and my boysandme loved driving my big sister crazy.
Two couches faced each other over a coffee table made entirely of glass.
If I was in the mood, it gave me options for lounging and reading.
It gave Mo bad thoughts.
“I read a lot, Mo, and?—”
“No window seat. No couches. Or we put up a sheet until this is 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 went on.
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 the couch.
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 not gonna…trade off or something?” I asked.
