First: Purchased: Negotiation
“We should heal you,” Mr. MacDiarmed tutted. If that was what he thought the face-in-hands meant, well, Leander wasn’t going to argue, that was for sure. “Lay down here, your head on – mmm, on Sylviane’s lap, your legs on mine.”
Orders. Leander could deal with that. More than that, as he put his head very carefully on Sylviane’s lap, very carefully, he sighed in what he realized was relief. Orders.
His legs went on Mr. MacDiarmed’s lap and he melted into the feeling of doing the right thing. It wasn’t something he’d felt all that much with the last few owners, he had to admit, but on the other hand – on the other hand, he hadn’t had it much with Mr. MacDiarmad, either. The man seemed to be way too reluctant to give Leander orders, other than the ones that were just the outlines to his life.
“Outlines.” Continue reading