“I was thinking we could spice things up a little. You know, book us one of the other rooms. Maybe the room with the pillory device. In there I could be a very, very bad criminal who needs shackling, and you would be the prison officer who punishes me for my naughty ways.”
Troy threw his head back and laughed. “Maybe next time, huh?”
Leah’s eyes brightened. “So you’d want there to be a next time? Maybe book a room here for a few hours... just us, no phones, no family, no work.”
Troy skimmed his fingers across her cheek. Such a gentle touch. “Of course, I would. I would want to do whatever you wanted to.”
“But it wouldn't be for me,” Leah replied. “it'll be for you.”
Troy laughed again. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say. But the pillory device would be for you, right?”
“Well, if you'd wan
