“I bet you’d be the first to volunteer to rub the oil all over my abs, wouldn’t you, Rory?” I say it to see her squirm, to see if my words affect her, and they do. Her breaths come in sharper, chest rising and falling rapidly. When her eyes slide my way, there’s something churning in them I haven’t seen before: lust. “No, thanks. I’d prefer to keep my breakfast down today.”
