Chapter 13
Lucius
She’s again delightfully pink. Is she a prude? She didn’t seem like one until now. Either way, I need her to answer. For Gram, not for myself.
“What do you like?” I repeat. “In bed.”
“I guess…” She flushes brighter. “Kissing. Yeah, I like kissing.”
I wave my hand. “You and every other woman. What else?”
“Umm… massages.”
“Any specific types? Swedish, Shiatsu, Thai?”
“Foot,” she squeaks. Even the tips of her ears are delectably red now.
“Foot?” My own blood rushes to my face, then takes a swift southern turn. I’m pretty sure she did say ‘foot,’ and now I’m hard.
She holds her wine glass as if it were Captain America’s shield. “What’s wrong with foot massages?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly. “At all.”
“You’re not acting like it’s nothing.” She takes a careful sip of h
