Before I can ask a follow-up question, he spins me around and hoists me up into his arms. I yelp. “We are not having sex in here!” “I didn’t intend to,” he says as he carries me back out of the room and into the kitchen. “I just wanted to give you the tour. And God forbid I make you do it on your dainty little princess feet.” I slap him on the shoulder and laugh. “I’ll shove a dainty little princess foot up your ass if you keep talking down to me, Mr. Orlov.”
