Katie stared at him, her hair falling over her eyes. She blew it back from her face, an unconscious gesture she'd performed a hundred thousand times. He wasn't bad looking, for a crazed pervert on a power trip. If this were an entirely different universe, she'd consider going to bed with him. But somehow she doubted he would have ever looked twice at a girl like her if she weren't now his actual physical property.<br/><br/>She crossed her legs, hoping to conceal a little more of her semi-nakedness, and propped her elbows on her knees. "Well, all I know how to do is clean hotel rooms, and I only did that for a couple of months. I'd be a shitty housekeeper, and I can't cook. What if you can't find a job for me?" She deliberately misunderstood the meaning behind the kind of employment he had in mind. "A pleasure slave sounds pretty fancy. Not something I'd be good at. I can't walk in high heels and all that crap."