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Purchase Negotiation 24 – Soft

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He woke slowly, finding himself warm, comfortable, well-rested.  There was a warm pressure on his chest and shoulder.  

Leander opened his eyes slowly.  There was a tumble of auburn curls on his chest.  Sylviane was snuggled against him, her eyes closed, her breathing even. 

This, this he could get used to.  

The moment he had the thought, he wanted to slap himself.  She was beautiful, sure. She was very nice. She also, more or less, owned him.  He’d be an idiot to get attached. Eventually,  she was going to get bored, and things were going to get difficult. He didn’t have the temperament to kowtow and keep her entertained.  Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 23 – User’s Manual

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The problem was, Leander had no idea what Sylviane wanted, what she meant, or what she was thinking at any given moment.

That had been the case with almost everyone who had owned him, of course, but on the other hand, most of the other people who had owned him hadn’t wanted him to act like a person.  They certainly hadn’t cuddled him, with one notable, unpleasant, hopefully-forgettable exception.  Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 22: College Prep

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If pressed, Leander would never have admitted that he was nervous about bed time. Even if ordered, he thought he would have found a way around it. Possibly just getting an aneurysm and passing out.

But pizza had led to sitting on the couch while Sylviane watched TV, played on her computer, and chatted with her friends and Leander mostly watched the TV and wondered if he was going to need to pick up a hobby. Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 21 – Dad Issues

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“You know, I have to admit—” Sylviane held up a hand. “Okay, technically, I don’t have to admit, but I’m going to, I like this so far. I like you. I mean, I still think my dad’s being overbearing, pushy, and a little bit uh, weird, but I think that’s kind of what I get for still living at home and, well, for having him as my dad.”

“Why do you? Still live at home, I mean?”

“He bribed me.” She smiled more at the pizza in her hand than at Leander. “He wants me to stick around both ‘cause he seems to be under this weird mistaken impression that I’m somehow going to get myself into a lot of trouble out on my own, and ‘cause he wants me to learn the family business, which is kind of weird, ‘cause it’s not like he’s going to retire any time soon.” She took a large bite of the pizza and considered Leander while she chewed, which was one of the weirder ways he’d been regarded even lately. He remembered that he, too, could eat and did so, too. This place really did have the best pizza.

“So,” she continued, after a sip of her soda, “he’s paying for college, paying for my wardrobe, and paying for three trips a year wherever I want — as long as I avoid a certain list of ‘danger spots’. And a spending allowance. I mean, I could get a job.  I’m not without skills or contacts.  I could do the whole bootstrapping thing – I’m – well,” she gestured at herself as if it explained everything.

Pretty girl, most people would read, and she was, to be far, quite pretty. 

Fae, Leander read. 

“Rich,” he filled in instead. 

She snorted. “That, too.  Yeah. So I could make it on my own, but – well, honestly, it’s kind of nice having him looking out for me, and he doesn’t get all creepy when I bring someone home.  Well, normally.”

“There’s probably a story there, isn’t there?”

“Oh, two or three stories,” she agreed.  “But the long and short of it is – Dad is good at people.  He can tell if someone’s a creep from like, five miles away.  Well, okay, probably a mile, normally. So he’s chased off a couple people that turned out to be, well, uh.  Not really interested in me, or not in a way that was good for me.  After a couple, well -” She looked Leander in the eye.  “I trust you a lot more than I would if anyone but Dad had… introduced us.  And Dad does, too.”

Leander cleared his throat and looked down at his plate.  He’d gone through too much food. His poor stomach already felt bloated and over-full.  “I- uh. I’m not going to say your dad’s not always right or anything, but-“

“But you don’t think you’re trustworthy.”  She cupped a hand over one of his. “That’s okay.  You don’t have to. If nothing else, we can both trust Dad’s judgement – as long as I remind him to not be an idiot.”

Leander snorted at that. “That does not sound like very trustworthy judgement.”

“Yeah, well.  Nobody said he was good at figuring out interpersonal relationships.  If he was, he wouldn’t have mostly raised me alone.” She shrugged a bit.  “I mean, I can’t really throw stones; there’s a reason the spot of ‘boyfriend’ was open.”

“The last guy was too much of a creep to ever deserve you?” he offered in a moment of gallantry.

She snorted.  “A couple were.  The last one, I just, uh, didn’t juggle, family, the, you know, Other Family, and the boyfriend stuff very well, and I had a habit of either giving in to everything he wanted or pushing for everything I wanted.”

Anyone eavesdropping really was going to think they were mob-related. Leander hoped Mr. MacDiarmad wasn’t under investigation by the FBI, or this could get awkward fast. 

“Well, in my case,” he winked at her, “you can push for everything you want without problem.”

“Except one hour a day,” she reminded him.  He’d more than half been assuming she’d forget about that quickly, so he was left scrambling for a reply.

“Well, that’s not enough time to drag you to the aquarium,” he countered.  “Or even get through the waiting lines at the airport.”

“Private jet.  I mean, it would take half an hour to get to the airport, but once we were there, you could probably have us in the air before your hour was up.”

“If your father is that rich – I mean, it’s a nice house, don’t get me wrong, but-“

“You can hide a jet.  Anything bigger and fancier alienates people dad doesn’t want to alienate.  And also alienates people I don’t want to alienate.  Like classmates.”

“Is there anything you and your father haven’t thought through?”

“You.”  She squeezed the hand she still hadn’t released. “And I’m not entirely certain he didn’t think you through, too.”

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Purchase Negotiation 20: Pizza

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He had to admit, the woman had decent taste in pizza joints. 

They knew her here, too, and had teased her a little bit about the new boyfriend until she’d made a mock-stern face.  “Don’t you dare scare this one off! He’s not like that last one, okay? So be nice.”

The waitress had winked at Leander. “You hear that? We can’t scare you off.  So you be nice to her, mister.”

“I wouldn’t dream of being anything else,” he assured the woman.  As they were seated, though, he couldn’t help but ask, “the last one?” Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 19: Screwed

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Leander would have been content to stay quiet when they left Mr. MacDiarmad’s office. Considering the way the last few hours had gone, he might have been content to stay quiet forever

If he was quiet, he reasoned, he couldn’t put his foot in it any deeper. If he was quiet, he wouldn’t end up with Sylviane dragging him back to her father, and maybe he could avoid her treating him too much like a broken doll. 

He was still a little surprised when Sylviane slid her hand into his and squeezed. He looked down at her — she wasn’t all that short, really, it was just somehow that he was still looking down at her — and raised his eyebrows, hoping that, at least, was safe.  Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 18 – Testosterone Stuff

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They sat there for a moment.  Leander was trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t sir, you’re weird, and that terrifies me, and Mr. MacDiarmid seemed to be trying to come up with anything at all to say on his end. 

It was like that, sitting on the floor, one of Mr. MacDiarmad’s hands on Leander’s and the other on his shoulder, that Sylviane found them. 

Leander tensed.  He didn’t— But — how was he going to explain—   Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 17: Unicorn

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If this was supposed to be making him feel better, Leander mused dryly, it was doing a lousy job.  He was feeling differently, sure, but mostly he was feeling confused.  His owner — there were other words for it, but Leander didn’t use Master even in his own head if he could avoid it and Keeper was the sort of word people used who though Fae was its own society instead of just leeched on to humanity.  — His owner was making fun of himself, inviting Leander to do the same, and telling him it’s okay to have negative opinions about himself

Leander twitched and tried not to think about hos this could go sideways, but his lips did something, he was sure, something like yeah, right. Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 16: Broken

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“Well.” Mr. MacDiarmad considered Leander.  Leander, in turn, fought with panic. He was not getting sent back to that place.  He wasn’t! He’d… fuck, he’d grovel if he had to. 

“I see my daughter was right.”

It took Leander a moment to process the words — and the rueful tone. “I’m not broken. Sir.”

“No. No, I don’t think you are. But I do think that I might be screwing up… first things first. Leander, do not injure my daughter during sexual situations — with the one caveat to all of your orders that you may slap her and-or bruise her in removing her if she tries to push anything on you that you don’t want. All right?”

Leander felt tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you, sir.” Continue reading

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Purchase Negotiation 15: Orders

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Mr. MacDiarmad raised his eyebrows at Leander.  “Is there a problem?”

He shifted, setting his weight on his heels and doing his damnedest to meet his owner’s eyes.  “No, sir. No problem.”

“Sylviane?  You agreed that you’d take on a bodyguard.  So what’s the problem?”

“The problem isn’t him, Daddy.  It’s you. You! I’ll take a bodyguard, fine.  If you insist that having him under your Name is the only way for you to be sure that he’ll do his job fine.  Have him Belong to you. The problem is that you shoved him on me without taking to him. You know better.  You ought to, at least. He’s on edge, he’s uncomfortable, and he looks like he’s waiting for the rug to be yanked out from under him at any moment.”

“I’m not…” Leander fell silent as she kicked him in the calf. Continue reading

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