Dave's germ of an idea took root. "So replace it." He shrugged. "Like I know anything about wallpaper."
"You want me to wallpaper your kitchen?" He could almost see the wheels turning behind her ridiculously long eyelashes.
"No. I want you to tell me what wallpaper to buy. And paint and curtains. All that stuff."
She tipped her head in a mock bow. "As my master wishes."
Dave shook his head. She was thinking he'd finally gotten around to using her as a slave. As if. "Don't give me any of that bullshit. I'm offering you a job, plain and simple. Interior design is big business these days."
"I do not understand."
"Wait," Dave whispered, pasting on a smile as Bob approached.
"All set folks." The shark-like grin was mostly back in place but the salesman still regarded Anissa with an air o
