“Am I not enough for you?” It was my turn to laugh and shrug. “I need something to keep me company when you leave me for days at a time.” “Hmmm,” he purred, the treble of his tone making my skin prickle. “Suppose I’ll need to rearrange my schedule then.” He rose, stretching, before heading to the door. “Was that a yes?” “Yes, little lamb, I’ll order your filthy books.”
