“Maybe I’ll find a book about a sexy farmer, since I don’t have a sexy farmer anymore.” Rakos gasps in mock outrage. “What happened to you being so kind, generous, and understanding?” “Did I say that?” Bellamy can barely concentrate on unraveling Rakos’s clothes. Finally, he just falls back, points at Rakos, and orders, “Strip.” “Yes, Your Highness,” Rakos says with a lascivious grin, and jumps to the floor.
