Well, it was obvious that I wasn't going to get any answers from him tonight, so I picked up my fork and cut a piece of my steak. I was suddenly so hungry that I could have just picked it up and eaten it with my bare hands if Lance hadn't been there. I laughed at the thought.
Lance leaned back and gave me a sly grin as he cut another bite of his steak. "May I ask you a personal question?"
The look in his eyes was so sweet that I couldn't help but smile. "It depends upon the question."
"How do you like to be f****d?" His question was anything but innocent.
My mouth fell open and I almost choked on my steak, shocked as I leaned back a bit. "Excuse me?"
Then, he looked at me through his lashes and said in a low voice, "Perhaps you didn't hear me correctly. How, my dear, do you like to be
