Grumbling, she snares a roll of bread from the basket in the middle of the table and tears off a hunkwith her teeth like a Viking. Even the way she eats is sexy as sin. She eats like she enjoys eating, likeshe enjoys food, pleasure, life. It’s far better than seeing a woman nibble at the edges of her plate asthough eating is some sort of cardinal sin.
“You had your phone call today,” I say.
She chews another bite of bread open-mouthed, as though she’s absolutely determined to be asunladylike as she can. Problem is, it’s having the opposite effect on me. I’ve been hard since themoment she came down the stairs.
“I did. Did you eavesdrop?”
“I gave you complete privacy.”
“Hm. I told her about you,” she says abruptly.
“Does that make you nervous?”
“Because
