“Toys like handcuffs, paddles, and nipple clamps?” Andrew arched a brow. “Or flavored lube, anal plugs, and edible panties?”

“Let me guess. Hmm…” She checked him out, wondering what animal a sexy man like Chayton should shift into. He would need to be a predator, that was a definite, no fluffy bunny for this man. Maybe a lion or a tiger? “I know…a bear.”

“Where do you want me, baby? I’m your slave.” Reese smiled and watched Hannah.”

“Yeah whatever," Andrew said impatiently. "He came back to the room that night and kept talking about this girl he'd seen at the stargazing. He was shy, and so I told him if he pointed you out, I'd try to finagle a meeting." I swear, Andrew's the only person in the world who could use a word like finagle with a straight face. "But he was talking about me," I said. Andrew shrugged. "When we figured it out, we had a good laugh about it," he said defensively. "But of course you were my girlfriend. So that was that.”

“I'm loyal to Andrew and everything, but let me tell you---Nathan has a nice chest.”

“Okay," I said. His brow furrowed. "Okay what?" I licked my lips. "Kiss me," I said.”

“Andrew just shrugged, and I fiddled with the napkin in my lap while glancing idly around the restaurant. The obligatory mirrors hung on the walls, and there was one of those fountains with fake lily pads in the entryway. The restaurant was also lit like a mine shaft. I've never understood why dim lighting is supposed to be so romantic. Night vision belongs into a Paris Hilton sex tape - not in a restaurant that could potentially poison me with peanut sauce.”