Chapter Ten
CIRCE
“I don’t mean to dull the mood, but—”
He sighed. “Actually, that’s why I invited you in tonight.”
“Oh? So no less-than-gentlemanly intentions?”
“Well…” He looked vaguely upward. “I can’t promise you that.”
“So, is it off the record or on?”
He turned to her, a grave look in his eye, then. “I’m tempted to say off.”
“But…?”
“But I think I’ll need a second opinion.”
“Okay,” Circe said, raising an eyebrow. She hadn’t the faintest clue what he was on about. “Tell me.”
“I was thinking I’d show you.”
Circe nodded. “Okay. Show me.” She narrowed her eyes at him when he stood up and began to undo the buttons on his shirt.
She recoiled. “Wait a minute.” He wasn’t going to get it that easily!
“Just watch,” he said. He walked around to behind the kitchen counter, his lowe
