Page 56 of Bad Boy Next Door
“A month! Come on. I owned up to you inthree days.”
“But you were lying. I was your servant under false pretenses. That makes it way worse.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Jade Cuoco. How about a week?”
“Sold.” She extended her hand to shake.
Laughing, I took it. “A pleasure doing business with you.”
“A pleasure?” After dropping my hand, she rubbed her palms together like an evil cartoon villain. “Are you sure about that? You have no idea what I plan to make you do.”
“What do you have in mind?”
A devious look came over her face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I backed toward the door. “Well, when you’re ready, you know where to find me.”
“Wait a minute there, mister. Did you hear me dismiss you?”
Trying not to laugh, I shook my head. I’d never treated her like a servant, not really. Still, I had a feeling she wasn’t going to worry about details like that. This wasn’t going to be a straight quid pro quo. Jade planned to make me suffer.
“We’re going shopping,” she said. “Furniture shopping.”
* * *
Jade
Nick waved over a handsome man who’d entered the store. Having a personal servant sounded fun, but I wasn’t sure what to demand of Nick, and felt guilty that he’d dragged one of his brothers into the mix to help carry the huge sofa I’d picked out at the thrift store.
Nick had already carried two chairs and a dresser up and down the steep hills between here and Shady Oaks with relative ease, and I’d even made him take one of the chairs back and chose another—not because I cared, but because I wanted to make him do it. But I should have realized there was no way he could take home this extra-large sofa without help.
Although… If Nick lifted it above his head and balanced it right… I sucked in a breath. His strength and power would never stop turning me on.
“Hey, I’m Dillon.” The tall man barely looked at me as he shook my hand, his eyes partially hidden by a long flop of dark hair.
“Thanks for helping.” I patted the leather sofa. “I really appreciate it.”
“No sweat.” Dillon grinned.
I finally recognized the family resemblance. With the same boyish smile, Dillon was a leaner, more brooding version of Nick.
“Anything for my little brother’s sex slave,” Dillon said.
“Sex slave?” I turned toward Nick.
His cheeks turned red, and he glared at his brother.
I turned back to Dillon. “Is that what he told you?”
“No! I never…” Nick punched Dillon’s arm, then turned to me. “Honest, Jade. I never said that—ever.”
“Yup.” Dillon was laughing. “Sex slave. Pretty sure that’s what he told us.”
I shot my best glare at Nick, even though it was pretty clear Dillon was teasing.
“I never once said that, Jade. Honest. Dillon, don’t be an asshole.” Nick was bright red and looked like he might pound his brother.
“Don’t worry, Dillon.” I shrugged. “You guys got the sex slave part right. Just backward.” I turned to Nick. “On your knees and call me Mistress.”
