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an event, which is practically never.  She does general cleaning and dusting.”
    “ Does she do laundry?  Shopping?”
    “ No.  Cleaning only and she does a thorough job.”
    “ So who shops for you?”
    “ I have a personal shopper that takes care of my clothing.  He knows my taste and sizes and he has things delivered.  I call the grocery store and have food delivered, but only staples.  I eat out a lot.”
    She looked over at me as I was finishing the last of my omelette with a satisfied look on my face.
    “ That stops now.  I have to be able to touch the produce and look at the meat before it’s bought.  I don’t want someone else choosing what we’ll be eating, I’ll do it.  I’ll leave a steno book on the counter with a pen.  If there’s something specific you want me to pick up, write it down and I’ll grab it while I’m out.  I’ll shop twice a week, that way certain things are fresh.  Dinner will be on the table at seven every night, unless you call and tell me otherwise.  Does that work?”
    Wow.  Just...just...Wow.
    I was nodding frantically before I answered her.
    “ Yeah.  Even if I get caught up at work, I’m usually home by seven.  That would be great.  Thank-you Ayla.”
    She waved off the thanks and poured me another cup of coffee.
    “ Like I said, I need to pull my weight.  Shopping and cooking is nothing.  I’ll also take care of the laundry.  That will be done once a week on Saturday mornings.  Leave your washables in the hamper I’ll leave inside the closet.  Things you want dry-cleaned?  Drape them over the chair in the bedroom.  I’ll drop them off on my way to work on Monday’s.  My dry cleaner is three doors down from Melody’s and I pass it on my way in.  It’s no bother.  Do we have a deal?”
    I was torn between wanting to ask her when she got so damned bossy, and wanting to propose while sliding a twist tie onto her finger until I could hit a jeweler.  I did the next best thing and the one I knew for a fact she wouldn’t be expecting.
    I made solid eye contact and held her gaze.  When I leaned toward her, she tilted her head and closed her eyes.
    She was almost the perfect submissive.  If it wasn’t for the fact that she’d just dictated to me exactly how my household would now be run, I would’ve said she was ideal.  I’d need to press upon her AGAIN, that I was the decision making Dominant, not HER, but that could wait.  I wanted a kiss.  Now.
    I pressed my lips to hers and we fit like magic.  Like a lightning bolt comes out of the sky and lights up your naughty bits kind of fit.  I like women and I’ve had some that made me squirm with anticipation.  But Ayla made me nervous.  She made me think about long term things and shared meals at home in our pajamas.  She smelled like lavender and some musky kind of incense that made me want to snuggle closer and sniff her.  And right now, she tasted like eggs and juice and a lazy day full of more of this and naps.
    I don’t nap.  I am not a “napper”.  I have too much to do and too many people relying on me to get it done.  There are not enough hours in my work day and I don’t expect the people that work for me to give up their home lives to stay with me at work, late into the night.  That wouldn’t be fair.  So I take it home with me.  Typically, I get up early on Saturdays, work until noon and the rest of the weekend is mine.  It’s worked for me forever, but not today.
    Today, I’m kissing Ayla and I don’t want to stop.
     
    Ayla broke the kiss just as I thought she was beginning to feel the same way I was feeling.  What she did next, blew me out of the water.  She looked me dead in the eye and I could see that her pupils were dilated.  This turned me on even more, although I would have thought that was impossible.
    I’ve never had kitchen sex.  Or dining room sex.  Or even living room sex if I’m honest.  In the world of Pierce Sloan, everything has a time