“I told him red, and red roses.”
“Youtoldhim?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I lied.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t care about me. He never did, and never will. I’m just a female fox with a womb to him.”
“What are they really?” he asked.
“My favorites?”
Bo made a sound of confirmation.
“Blue. Like the ocean, at the Resort.” I finally started loading the dishes. I’d wasted way too much water already.
“The Supernatural Resort? Have you been?”
“Yeah. The alpha paid for me to take a vacation as a last hurrah. I think he was hoping I’d screw a couple of guys so I’d know how to do mywifely duties.”
“He doesn’t actually call them that,” Bo grumbled.
“Oh, he does. I got a list of his expectations in the mail. And in an email. And as a text.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
“What did it say?”
When I looked back at him, he was leaning toward me. His expression was somewhere between murderous and amused. I definitely hadn’t felt any of the latter when I received it, but I could see why someone else would.
“It was separated into daily, weekly, and monthly. I’ll be in charge of all of the cleaning and cooking, of course.”
Bo snorted. “Of course. He’ll hire a chef pretty quickly.”
“Or he’ll sign me up for some classes, because I can’t cook for anything.”
“What else?”
“I’m expected to smile and stay silent unless someone addresses me directly at any meeting I attend. Especially if there are supernaturals there.”
“That’s a fucking joke.”
“I wish.” I finished loading the dishes in the sink, and went to the stove to grab the rest.
“There’s nothing sexual on the list,” he said.
“Isn’t there?”
“What does it say?” His voice was lower.
“I’m expected to have children consistently until I either have five girls, or ten kids. Whichever comes first. Girls are better for trading with and strengthening the species. I’ll need to be pregnant with another baby before the previous one hits six months, obviously.”
“Obviously.” His voice was dangerous.
“If the alpha wants to fuck me, I’m expected to take my clothes off and let him. After he’s done and leaves my room, I can bring myself pleasure. If there’s time. If he wants a blowjob at any given moment, I’m expected to get on my knees. If I’m not in the mood or not feeling well, I’m expected to pretend otherwise. If he's ever having a bad day, I’m expected to improve it with my mouth and body.”
