“No,” Jason said, as Blake stalked toward him. “No… this isn’t what it looks like… don’t—”
With a simple shove, Jason stumbled. The wine crashed to the floor, sending glass and alcohol everywhere.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Blake said, pulling his fist back and snatching Jason’s throat to pin him to the side of the fridge. But he didn’t get a chance to make further contact, because in his peripheral vision he got a view of the dining table in the kitchen.
“Hey!” Molly beamed.
Blake froze and turned to examine the scene. She sat on this side of the table with two men opposite her. Both the males were topless, though they were seated, so he had no idea what was going on under the table. By all immediate appearances Molly was fully clothed.
“It was her idea,” Jason sai
