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this be the Costco of bed sheets? Do you
think we’re going to get a big pack of 10 sheets and duvets?” I laughed. “To go
with our 100 pack of toilet paper.”
    “You
can get a 100 pack of toilet paper rolls?” Zane looked like a light bulb had
gone off in his head. “You mean I could buy a lifetime’s supply of toilet paper
on one trip?”
    “Zane!
Focus, we’re here to buy sheets and a duvet cover.”
    “I’d
still like to know why we’re in an Ikea, and not some swanky store in Beverly
Hills.”
    “I
can’t afford to buy sheets in Beverly Hills.” I sighed. “I wanted this to be my
treat to you because you’re changing them for me.”
    “Lucky,
no.” Zane looked at me in shock. “You can’t afford that.”
    “I
want to,” I said obstinately. It was true that I didn’t really have the money
to buy him sheets, but I also needed to feel that I wasn’t just getting a free
ride. “Besides, I’ll be getting a paycheck soon, right?”
    “I
don’t really want you spending your hard-earned money on me.” He frowned. “But
if you insist. And if you will actually accept and cash my paycheck.”
    “I
…” my voice trailed off. He was right. I did feel funny about cashing the
checks. It just didn’t seem right to take money from my boyfriend, no matter if
I was working for him or not. It was okay when we were just friends, but to be
sleeping with him and taking money made it all seem a bit sleazy.
    “Lucky,
you have to take the money.” Zane folded his arms across the chest. “You still
have to send Leeza your rent money every month.”
    “I
know, I know.” I crinkled my nose and grabbed his arm. “Let’s go look at
sheets, we can talk about this later.” We finally moved away from the couches
and I saw a little girl staring at us curiously. She was bouncing up and down
on a beanbag chair while her parents measured the dimensions of one of white
couches to the right of them. I was surprised that they were considering a
white couch with a kid; frankly I wouldn’t get a white couch if it were just
me, not with how messy I was. I smiled at the little girl as we walked and she
stuck her tongue out at me and turned her face away. I giggled to myself at her
precociousness and I saw Zane giving me a side-long glance. I was sure he was
likely wondering if I was crazy or not, but I just smiled and continued
walking. Let him think what he wants. The crazy part might be right; I wouldn’t
doubt it if someone said that I was.
    “No
pink sheets, Lucky.” Zane squeezed my hand. “Please no pink sheets.”
    “I’m
not a little princess, you know.”
    “You’re
my princess.” He purred and I punched his arm. He grabbed me around the waist
and pulled me towards him, and I squealed as I pushed him backwards. He held
onto me as he fell back and we both landed on the queen-sized display bed that
was behind him. “Lucky, I know you want me, but we’re in public.” He grinned at
me as we lay on our backs.
    “You
wish.” I shook my head and tried to sit up. He pulled me back down towards him
and kissed me hard and I melted against him, enjoying the warm sweetness of his
lips on mine.
    He
smiled as he pulled away from me and licked my lips. “You taste like honey.”
    “It’s
maple syrup.”
    “Well,
it’s good.” He leaned towards me again and ran his tongue over my bottom lip
slowly. I stared into his eyes, and we laid there for a moment, just gazing at
each other.
    “Excuse
me, excuse me! You guys can’t be on the bed doing that.” I looked up,
embarrassed, and saw an elderly lady staring at us with a shocked expression.
“You two need to get up off the bed. This is a reputable business, not a
brothel.” She glared at us and I jumped up off of the bed quickly. Zane stood
up slowly and smiled at the lady.
    “Sorry,
ma’am, my whore and I got a little carried away.”
    “Zane!”
I gasped and noticed the lady’s face turn red. She turned away from us mumbling
something about how rude