He laughed again, shaking his head. “Most will not refuse if I offer them my precious friend,” he looked to where his erection was so hard that I almost rolled my eyes in his attempt of making the butterflies in my stomach flutter. It did not. “All of them ended up having sex with me, on the table itself if one is in this situation.” His mouth curled in a smile as he wiped the wooden surface with the roughness of his palm. His hand is the size of my face by the way.

“I guess if the food can speak, they’ll shriek at you for banging on the same...