“Who is that?” Dan asked.
“My new toy,” I answered, and only lazily smirked.
“And how are you playing with her?” Nik asked.
“Seems pretty clear,” I said. “She’s my personal assistant—around the clock—and she thinks she’s my slave.”
“Tell me, what’s going on with you and this little thing? Purely business relations?” Rem asked.
“Why do you need that information?” I looked at him, narrowing my eyes.
“I’d have her too,” he said, looking at my butt greedily.
“You can forget about it…”
He proposed a deal, and I had to agree. Now I’m his personal slave twenty-four seven. And I’m not exaggerating. The fact that he can call me in the middle of the night and send me to a store for mineral water is the least I had to do for him. I hate it! And the moment he gives me that shameful video, I’ll get him back.