“Okay, look at it this way. Don’t you want to have privacy the first time he tells you and you accept the bond? And something for him to fuck you against? A wall, perhaps? Or maybe a sturdy table?” I hid my face with a groan, which meant I heard rather than saw Cal whack Harlow upside the head. “What? We have ears, Cal. You aren’t as discreet as you like to think.”
