“What thing?” she asked.
He gestured behind Reena. “That one.”
She turned and her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, warm and lovely. He wanted to run his fingers through it, wind it around his fist, pull her to his mouth for a deep, hot kiss.
Goddammit, man. You’ve been here alone with her for exactly two minutes and you’re already thinking about jumping her? Cool it. Right. Now.
“You mean this thing?” Reena put her hand on the nightmare metal contraption next to the sofa.
“Yeah. What is it – some kind of medieval torture device?”
She blinked, then laughed. “A candle holder.”
“A – what?” He leaned forward a bit, to get a better look and also to be closer to her. “How the f**k can it be? Where does the candle even go?”
She stood up and he admired her shapely ass in her long
