“So I’m to be your sex slave? How is that any better?” “Mouse, you have some very messed-up ideas when it comes to men. When I say mine, I mean you’re my woman. My mate.” “Um, that sounds kind of permanent. Not to mention a little fast. I mean, just yesterday, weren’t you telling me how you wanted me as your mistress and weren’t looking for a relationship?” “I changed my mind.” “Only women get that prerogative.” “I’m the boss, some even call me king.” He winked. “I can do whatever I like.”
