"So, spill the beans," Britney demanded, catching her breath. "What's your deal with Mr. Gregory? Why was he spitting fire when Giselle tried to mess with you?"

I sighed. "Not sure it's the best time for a story, B. But here's the truth: Mr. Terrence Gregory, the big cheese himself, is my second mate."

Britney's jaw nearly hit the floor. "No way! Seriously? You gotta be kidding."

"Dead serious. Second mate, no doubt. Took some convincing at first, you know? Didn't quite buy Mr. Gregory as the love of my life, but his scent, it's all over him, unmistakable."

Britney let out a breath, then her face broke into a...