<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0080">Joanna scowled down at him. <b>As if I would want love from you,</b> she thought bitterly. But she just kept massaging his back and kept her voice neutral as she said, "If you say so, Master..." The hell of it was, if he wasn't a slave master - HER master - he's probably the type of man she would be looking for.</span></i>