No. That’s not why I bought you. I saw you in there and I couldn’t have been more shocked. I saw your face right when they let that, that, motherfucking bastard in to your, uh, cell. You’re my friend. I have more money than I know what to do with and I have to have a personal slave for reasons I’ll explain later. I only expect you to pretend when we’re in public. I promise I will never offer you to anyone else. I really think you can be a big help to me in my business. You’ll be more of a personal assistant who never goes home... a roommate.” Evan smiled at him gently. “I don’t want you to be a slave any more than you want to be one. This is new to both of us. But…we’re both far from stupid and I think we’ll be good for each other.” Jeremy ducked his head, and Evan handed him the scrubs and turned his back letting Jeremy slip into the clothing. He couldn’t help but see in the reflective surface of the stainless steel cabinets and glass cabinet doors.
