Chapter 82

His hands were busy doing up his trousers, but he glanced at me over his shoulder. “This?”

Was I out of my fucking mind? “Forget about it; it was just the champagne talking.”

For a second I thought he looked disappointed, but that damned spook smile distracted me.

“I never kid about something like this, Mark. Next time I’d like to do it when we haven’t polished off a bottle of champagne. And don’t tell me that’s the only way you can get it up for me, because we both know otherwise. Now, where are my shoes?”

I flushed, remembering just how easily I had gotten it up for him. No, I wasn’t going to think about that now. “Your shoes? Uh…you took them off in the living room.”

“That’s right, and then you told me why you have the statue of a dog standing in the corner.”

I had? I thought I’d just told him a dumb tall tale. I followed him down the hallway. “You want a glass of water before you go? Might help with your hangover tomorrow morning.”

“No, thanks.”