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downtown and get them after work,” Davey offered.
    “No, we’ll go to Barnes and Noble tomorrow and buy copies of everything you need and have them delivered. I’ll get you put on my card. I don’t want you trying to carry a load of books on the subway. It’s an invitation to be mugged. You can cook dinner for the two of us. I expect to eat by eight every night unless we work late, then we’ll order in. Do you need anything before we go to bed? I’ll bring my personal laptop in here so you can do your research. But only for one hour, I want you rested for tomorrow.”
    Davey blushed and stammered. “Toothpaste,” he said quickly. “I’ve been using baking soda but I used the last of it this morning.”
    “That twenty you had had a lot of holes to fill.”
    “Yes, sir.” Davey was shaking in his shoes. He was afraid. Now that they were alone, he was vulnerable. He hoped Jake kept his word about no sex.
    Jake said, “Wait here.” He went into the master suite and Davey heard him rummaging through his medicine cabinet. He came out holding an extra-large tube of toothpaste and an unopened bottle of mouthwash. “Now, do your research and then get to bed. Set your alarm for six and I’ll expect breakfast on the table at seven. Whatever you make is fine. I don’t cook, at all.”
    “Do you have groceries in the refrigerator?” Davey asked with trepidation. He didn’t know the area and therefore had no idea where to get groceries, much less at five-thirty in the morning.
    “The refrigerator is fully stocked. What I don’t use goes to a homeless shelter before it goes bad. Marla is the housekeeper. You will rarely see her. She comes in at eight and leaves at five and doesn’t work weekends. She’s been with me since I was twenty-two.”
    “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Davey didn’t want to guess and get it wrong.
    “I’m thirty-six. I’ve been practicing law for eleven years. Now that we’re on the subject, how old are you?”
    “I’m twenty-five, just turned on September fifteenth.”
    “Not much of a birthday for you this year.” Jake looked at Davey with compassion.
    Davey shrugged. “The only one who ever bought me a present for Christmas or my birthday was Mrs. Danvers. I usually got a tie or a white shirt. That’s why I have seven of them. They’re all good quality and should last for years.” Davey was trying to tell Jake he wouldn’t be much of an expense.
    “We’ll go to Barney’s tomorrow afternoon and get you three new suits. You’ll need them for the office and to appear in front of clients.”
    Davey shook his head. “You’ve done enough for me, a stranger who tried to pick your pocket. You don’t need to buy me clothes.” For the umpteenth time that evening he was close to tears and he wasn’t a crybaby. The night had been full of highs and lows and Davey’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe he let himself get talked into leaving his apartment and living with a stranger.
    “I am the Master of this house. It would behoove you to remember that. My word here is your law. If I say I’m going to buy you suits, you say, yes, Sir. Am I understood? I need you to understand how to address me. At the office I’m Mr. Cohen in front of clients, Jake in front of co-workers. Here at home, I’m Jake, unless we are with people from the club, then I’m Sir. At the club, everyone is Sir unless they are a submissive. And if I give you a collar, I’m Master.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Try not to sound so dejected, I might get offended. Now go to your room, I have some things to do.”
    “Is it anything I can help you with, Sir?”
    “No, Davey. Get done what you need to get done and go to bed.”
    § § §
    Wednesday Night
    Jake was in his study on the phone to Reed as soon as Davey closed the bedroom door.
    “I think I found one on my own.” Jake sat down at his desk.
    “Found what?”
    “A sub, his name is Davey Howell and he’s the best paralegal