Page 25 of Her Billionaire Boss
“Literally all of your needs seem to be taken care of by other people.I honestly think if you could hire someone to pee for you, you would.”She found a knife and opened the plastic wrap around the packaged, raw chicken.“Zest the lime for me?”
“Sure.How do I do that?”
With great patience and freshly washed hands after having touched the chicken, she took a lime and a serrated knife and gently scraped the green part of the skin away with a few strokes.
“Away from yourself.Never toward,” she instructed.“And don’t cut too deep.Just scrape it all into a little pile.”
I set all my concentration on my task while she found plastic wrap and covered the chicken before whacking the hell out of it with a meat hammer.
“This is so violent,” I said, jumping at the thud of the mallet.“Do you have to be so rough?”
“Unless you want strips of chicken that are like four inches tall, yeah.”She looked over at my work and said, “You’re doing a good job.”
I never realized I had a praise kink.
“I think the reason this is so fascinating to you,” she began, peeling the plastic back and taking up a knife, “is that you’re used to whisking people away on adventured.Fulfilling their fantasies.That’s what you do, right?”
The concept seemed to amuse her, to strike her as corny somehow.“I mean, yeah.That’s my thing.”
“It’s your catchphrase.Having your fantasies realized is fun, don’t get me wrong.Don’t stop doing that for us and for other people.But when you get everything you want, all the time, without any effort...it’s boring.And there’s no impetus to grow or reason to change.You’re not going to be able to keep me by flashing expensive stuff at me.You have to meet me halfway.Like with this.”
“And the hot dog cart,” I added.
“Right.Like the hot dog cart.”She sliced the chicken, washed her hands again, and found a pan and some olive oil.“Give me that zest.”
I passed the prep board over to her and she scooped up the sticky lime sand to sprinkle it over the chicken.“Lime.”
“I feel like a doctor doing surgery,” I quipped.
“I’m the doctor.You’re the surgical tech handing me the instruments.It’s like you don’t watch TV at all.”She reached for the knife I’d used, sliced the lime ruthlessly in half, and squeezed the juice over the cut-up meat.“That’s the other thing we’re going to do tonight.”
“Play doctor?”I wiggled my eyebrows.
She nudged me with her elbow and reached for the salt.“Watch TV.We’ll find a show to watch together while we fall asleep.”
“After we play doctor?”I asked hopefully.
She shook her head.“We both have to get up early.We’re going to eat dinner, then cozy up in bed and drift off while watching television.No kinky sex involved.No sex at all.”
“Am I being punished?Put on restriction?”Had we ever had a night where we didn’t fuck each other exhausted and senseless?I couldn’t remember one.
She shook her head with a fond smile.“It’s not a punishment.It’s real life.I need my sleep.And routine.And while I love having sex with you, don’t get me wrong, it can’t be the only thing we do together.It can’t be the glue that sticks us together.”
“No, the sticky stuff would be the—”
“Pepper!”she barked, cutting me off.
“Okay, I suppose it’s only fair that you get a night off.”But I sighed dramatically, anyway.“And by the way, my past relationships?Weren’t sex fests every night, either.I know it’s normal for couples to eventually not fuck every night.”
“Good.We’ll have to find something to watch that won’t get us all horny and worked up.”She considered.“Something on one of those educational channels.One where exotic pets attack their owners or something.”
“Well, now I know where you stand on exotic pets.I’m learning all sorts of fascinating new things about you from this experiment,” I joked.
“Look, I love you, and I want to be with you.But if you ever brought a tiger into this house—”
I tapped my cane on the floor.
She blushed with embarrassment.“Right.No danger of that happening, then.”
