Page 31 of The Billionaire Submissive
“So am I disowned as a messy hoarder?”
“Hardly.” He turned and looked at her. She had her hip cocked, resting against the doorway with a black bag in her hand. “Do you need to grab any of this?”
“Sure, I can just throw it into this bag. I see you found my jeans. That’s about all I wear when I’m home.”
“Sounds good to me, though you might get hot on the boat.”
“Don’t lie to me, Donovan. Do you even own a pair of jeans?”
“Of course I own jeans.”
“But have you ever worn them?”
“Do you think I walk around in Armani suits all the time?”
She let her gaze flicker over his body, noting the shorts and T-shirt he wore now. “No. But I’m guessing you’d burst into flame if you tried to put something on that wasn’t by a designer. The outfit you’re wearing now costs more than everything in my closet except for my favorite stilettos.”
“I thought you said you got them at a yard sale.”
She laughed and headed back to the bedroom. “I’ve been known to tell a fib or two.”
He snorted, pausing at the closet door that revealed a wide array of beautiful heels, all at least three inches high. “I’m glad to see you don’t own any heels. I wouldn’t want you to lose your balance or anything.”
She flashed a smile over her shoulder. “Let me grab Hank’s stuff and I’m ready to go.”
“Hank the dog?”
She pushed open the slider door and let Hank inside. Very well-mannered, he didn’t jump on her or even bark at her guest, though his tail wagged so hard he spilled his water bowl. Donovan had no idea what kind of parentage the dog claimed, though certainly some kind of long-haired breed. “Donovan, this is Hank. Hank, this is my sexy new lover boy. Better get used to smelling him all over me.”
The dog sniffed her hand and then trotted over to sniff Donovan’s leg. Part of him braced for the dog to hike a leg and whiz all over him, an alpha marking his territory. But the dog gave a yip and then followed his mistress to the utility closet where she stored his food and dog toys.
She hauled out a large bag of food, a mesh bag holding at least a dozen balls, and a box of dog biscuits. Easily more things for the dog than for the woman. “Can you grab his bed? I forgot to get it. It’s over by the sliding glass door.”
“Sure.” At least he wouldn’t have pet hair all over his sheets. Though he’d sleep in the dog’s house if she told him to. “Anything else?”
“Can the trunk of your fancy car hold all this?”
“Of course. The bigger question is whether Hank gets car sick.”
She frowned. “He might. Though I might too. I don’t do well in cars for long distances.”
“Lake Minnetonka’s not far. Less than an hour.”
“Okay. We should be fine.”
Outside, she helped him load everything into the trunk. Donovan opened the back door of the Jag but she took one look at the leather seats and grabbed the dog’s collar before he could jump into the car. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I can’t wait until she can grab and control me like that.Donovan had to drag his gaze away with a brutal shake. Idiot. Jealous of a dog.“Of course it’s a good idea. We’ll have a very, very good time.”
She heard the thickness in his voice and her lips twitched. “Are you sure? Maybe I should just stay here and get to work on your design for the windows.”
“Don’t you dare tease me, Miss Harrison.”
“All right, Mr. Morgan. But Hank rides in the front with me between my knees.”
Donovan muttered, “Lucky dog.”
Chapter Ten
