"When you come back," Rory said with playful sweetness, her voice lilting as though she were merely teasing, "you'll have to entertain me every single night. You'll sing for me, and you'll dance for me—until I fall asleep."
The image that immediately followed in her mind was vivid to the point of being dangerous.
A breathtakingly handsome man, tall and powerfully built, his sculpted muscles outlined beneath nothing but a translucent veil. He would move for her atop an enormous bed that stretched impossibly wide—nearly a hundred feet across—while lush green leaves swayed overhead.
His sleek, dark-purple tail would coil around her leg, warm and possessive, drawing her closer with every slow movement.
The thought alone sent a surge of heat rushing through Rory's body so abruptly that she nearly panicked. Her face burned, her heart raced, and she was fairly certain that if she let her imagination run even a second longer, she might actually get a nosebleed.
