“Really?”
“You’ve got nothing to lose, correct?”
“True.”
“And you’ve done worse things… Cleaning out his commode must be a real drag.”
“He doesn’t use a—never mind. You’re right, Levi. Thank you.”
When I left him, I realized that I would have to tell Jakob all of those things. I would have to bare my soul. I would have to make myself my most vulnerable before him, even if it drove me nuts.
48
JAKOB
“You missed a spot,” I told Zane.
My ex-boyfriend looked up while down on one knee with my foot in his powerful hands.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“I mean, rub a little lower.”
His hands shifted down the sole of my foot, kneading his fingers into the flesh. If you’ve never had a personal slave, I really recommend getting one. The perks are just divine.
As he rubbed my foot, I thrust my head back, reveling in every moment. I wanted to enjoy this while it lasted.
I would give Zane credit, though. He’d taken on the role of personal slave, gopher, and occasional butt wiper (kidding!) like a real pro. If he wanted to convince me that he was sorry for the injury, mission accomplished. Of course, I couldn’t tell him that. I needed him to finish as many tasks for me as humanly possible first.
“Okay, now you can rub a little higher,” I said.
“You know, I had a cat that was less demanding than this.”
He smiled when he said it.
“Ooh, do I detect notes of complaint?” I asked.
But I knew better.
“When you’re done rubbing my feet, I have a few loads of laundry you can do,” I said.
“Hurray.”
He smiled again, but I knew he’d put that one on.
Zane sat beside me on the couch, like he wanted to scoot in close and touch me, like he used to do. I didn’t shift away from him but totally would have had he pushed his luck.
“We need to talk,” he said.
“You don’t want to be my personal slave anymore?”
“I was never your personal slave, Jakob. At least not officially.”
“My manservant, my gopher, my errand boy.”
He shook his head, saying, “I’m none of those things either.”
“Then what do you want me to call you?”
