Page 53 of His Princess Brat
“Have your butt plug in your bottom and the strap on the bed when I get back.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you.”
Sullen, she muttered, “Love you too. Brute.”
We left for his office together, but I think I was leading the way by the time we got there. I wasn’t the one who needed to genuflect to everyone I passed.
“What are you thinking?” Mazi asked, flicking on the lights and shutting the door to ensure our privacy.
Studying the map, I selected the wide open grounds of his palatial lawn and set the coffeepot down on it. I looked at him expectantly. “What is Africa known for?”
He blinked again. “Had I known there’d be a quiz, I’d have studied harder. Uh... lions, tigers, and elephants? Oh, wait, tigers are India and Russia.”
“Dude,” I scolded. “Know your country.”
“Transplant,” Mazi excused with a shrug.
“Coffee,” I said, exasperated. “African coffee and teas are some of the best in the world and there’s a strong stable market for both.”
“And it doesn’t involve industrial waste,” Mazi said, coming around the map to stare at the three-dimensional map.
“No, it does not.”
“I told you you were good at this.”
“Good enough for you to still want to give me a job?” I countered.
“Oh.” Mazi laughed. “In a heartbeat.”
“Does it come with a sign-on package?”
“It comes with an awesome car. Do you want something more?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
Mazi didn’t hesitate either. “Name it.”
So, I did. It would be my parting gift to Pita. I only hoped it would be good enough to make up for everything else I’d done.
