“If you ever want to know how I do things,” she purred, “just ask.” He didn’t flush, didn’t stutter or change the subject. He didn’t bite, either, didn’t smirk or sway closer. No, Zaf just shook his head, squeezed the back of her neck, and said, “Behave yourself, trouble.” Dani blinked. She had the oddest feeling something about their sexual balance had irreversibly changed, and not necessarily in her favor.
