“How?” I spit with heat. It’s out before I can stop myself.
Alek reaches for the glass and swirls the wine around before taking a sip. “The way my friend Oscar explained it probably has you thinking I’ll throw you down on the floor and f**k you senseless while everyone cheers me on.”
My cheeks heat at the description. “And aren’t you?” I challenge, folding my arms across my chest.
“You mistake my affections for you. I would never do that. Not to you,” he adds as my next comment would have asked if he’s done it before. “We will be in my bedroom with only a few close friends in the room.”
No guessing who these friends will be.
“You will be under the covers. It will be discreet. This isn’t something new or perverse. It’s been happening for centuries throughout many cultures.”
His flippa
