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Chapter 5
Bill stood at the stove making breakfast. The apron he wore protected the suit that told of an impending business trip. Jasmine sat at their large dinner table admiring his dashing form, noting how the suit conformed to his powerful physique with prurient enthusiasm and wondering which made her hungrier; the smell of the food, her husband or the girl who still rested on their large bed.
“How long will you be gone?” she asked him, thoughts of their previous night still dancing in her head.
“Well, Chimera has found a new market. I have to find out if it’s safe or not,” he said.
“Once again, my dear husband, how long?” she asked, her voice tinged with mock frustration.
“Two weeks, maybe four. It all depends on how Research did their research.”
“Wise ass!” she said. “We do good work and you know it. Just get back as soon as you can.”
“I will babe. You know that,” he replied, bringing two plates to the table. “Milk or orange juice?”
“Orange juice. Thanks.”
After returning with their beverages, Bill sat down to eat. He thought to broach the happenings of the previous night but thought better of it. Unsure of what to say, he ate silently.
Jasmine sat across from him, her hands fumbling in her long dark hair. Like her husband, she was unsure of what to talk about. She had asked repeatedly if they could keep Patricia as their pet and received a plethora of negative answers. Still, she wasn’t one to give up so easily.
“Bill, what if she wants us to keep her?” she began. “You saw how she reacted. She loved every minute of it.”
“Don’t be so sure. I could always get her to do anything I wanted. You may find her a bit less enthusiastic over last night than you are.”
“What if she does though? Can we keep her then?” she asked again.
Smirking, Bill chewed in silence.
“You had fun, Bill. So did I. She certainly seemed to have fun.”
I don’t think it’s exactly wise of us to keep someone here. We don’t live on any company properties and I don’t think Chimera would approve. Hell, Jerry gave me hell for even allowing someone to stay here,” he told her.
“What if she wants to stay and wants to get some mods?” she said, undaunted by his words. “She would be a perfect pet. We could make her our puppy.”
“No, baby. Keep your pets at the office,” he said. “Besides, she is my best friend…she’s our friend! Do you think it’s right to keep our closest friend in captivity?”
“You aren’t listening to me. You know how she likes to serve, Bill,” she pleaded. “She might enjoy being our puppy even more. Can’t you give her a chance to make that decision? I mean, she doesn’t have to know the full extent of what we can do right off. We can work it in after we find out how far she wants to go.”
Bill finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth with a napkin, considering Jasmine’s words. “Tell you what. You can ask if she wants to be our pet. If she doesn’t want to…well, that’s it. No more talk of it. Got it?”
“That’s all I wanted, Bill,” Jasmine said, satisfied.
“I have to run. Come give me a kiss and I’ll see you in two weeks or so. Okay?”
“Love you, baby,” she said, falling into his arms and kissing him.
“Miss me lots, k?” he said smiling.
“I miss you already. Now git!”
Jasmine watched as Bill’s car pulled from the driveway and turned down the road. Already her mind was spinning with possibilities.
“Trish…” she said in a lilting voice, heading towards the bedroom. “Would you like to be our pet? I knew you would.”
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