Chapter 715 Neuro Submission Transmitter: 139

• "What?" I say when I see her lips curl into a slight smile.
• "Nothing," she says smoothly. "It's just not everyday that I have a half-naked man eating breakfast in my kitchen." She smiles and I wonder how far to take this banter.
• "Really?" I ask facetiously. "I bet you could have any number of half-naked men in your kitchen, any morning you want," I say, not initially realizing what I'm implying.