He made mental notes on how he would improve her space, especially with an eye towards injecting a more masculine feel in selected nooks and crannies. There was no doubt that LaMia had impeccable tastes, but it did run in the direction of the girly side. And if he were going to be staying here he would hope that despite his status as a slave, she would make some preparations for his comfort. “The next thing you know you will be demanding equal closet space.” She plopped down at the foot of the bed beside him and smacked his bottom. “Ouch.” “Whoops! I am sorry!” She leaned in to kiss his cheek and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pointed her chin at the page he had stopped on and said, “That is a nice arrangement.” “I thought so.” “I see you marked the page.” “Among others.” “So, you are just going to move right in and start rearranging my life, is that it?” He grinned at her ironic tone. “Unless you want to move in with me, but I have to warn you, my place isn’t nearly as roomy as this, though it’s nice.”
