"I hope you don't think I'm going to get out a whip and make you mow the grass," Deeta wiped her mouth with the napkin and finished her meal. Being an awful boss sounded pointless.
"Noooo! You're not a tool. Like, we can do this without making you feel like a slave. I mean, I don't mind when you make me laugh my ass off." She was okay with the direction they were headed. At least since she had an idea of what their master/slave relationship should be like.
Deeta had to think of what to say, again he'd made her speechless. She tucked her hair behind her ear, trying not to think about being naked, yes. And two amazing things happened when she got naked: turning into her true form or getting some. Would he be able to make her feel good? "Um, thanks. I'd probably hurt you, though. Not so sure you'd want that."