I stir the mushroom sauce with my mind in overdrive.
Elias's different . . . I'm talking about the Twilight Zone differently. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or the beginning of the end for us. Just when I get used to his old weirdness, he ups the ante.
The masseuse has just left, and he's in the shower again as he washes the oil off. I'm not going in there because we will end up having s*x, and dinner is nearly ready . . . and I want to talk to him without my arousal clouding my brain cells.
It happens a lot with him.
He walks back out in his towel, and his eyes find me across the room. He gives me a slow, sexy smile.
"Can you not walk around in a towel when we have visitors, please?" I snap.
He smirks.
"Those two ditzy shoppers are at home going to town on their vibrators at thi
