Page 44 of Hot & Heavy

She studied him for a long moment. "Yea, I do."

He raised his eyebrows.

"But only these past two years. Lies have been my only tool for survival."

"Well, you sure pulled one over on me today."

"I did?"

"Who knew that the ugly duckling would turn into a swan?"

She threw her hands up in air. "I swear, you have an obsession with animals. Seals, birds, turkeys, swans."

"Turkeys?"

"Not turkeys. Turkey. Amber and Dough-lore-ass asked me if I came from Turkey."

"Oh." Talking with her was like going through a maze. You never knew what turn you would take next.

She sat playing with the jello on her tray with a butter knife. She did the same to the corned beef hash and tossed salad. The roll was the only thing she ate, gobbling it down as if it were gourmet food. Then she just stared forlornly at her tray of food.

"What's the matter? I thought you were hungry."

"I am." She sighed. "I do not know how to eat this food." She jiggled the jello again to demonstrate.

He got up and went around the table to sit next to her. Yep, she did smell like flowers and apples. It wasn't a bee or a horse that should worry her. He might just take a bite himself.

"That's jello," he said, picking up a spoon and scooping a small amount up and putting it in his mouth.

"Yummm." God, I hate jello!

She took the spoon from him and did the same. Smiling, she took one spoonful after another till it was all gone. "Jello," she said. "I like it."

She licked her lips.

His cock thought her gesture was talking to him, and raised its head. Do that again, honey.

"What's this?" She stared with dismay at the entree on her tray.

"Corned beef hash."

"It looks like vomit."

She must be an alien or something. Nothing here seems to be familiar to her. "It's beef and potatoes and onions. It's not bad." Liar! he told himself. I hate corned beef hash almost as much as I hate jello .

At first she was awkward with the fork, but then she got the hang of it and ate all the hash, which indeed did look like barf, especially after hours under the steam warmer. She concluded, "Interesting." She smiled at him then, as if he'd done her some favor.

It had to be the first time in the world that hash affected a person so, but her smile touched him. He didn't know why, it just did.

She took a long drink of water then, after picking up one of the ice cubes and studying it carefully With each swallow her chest moved. In, out, in, out.

Amazing! Her simple drinking was an erotic exercise. For sure, you-know-who agreed and twitched in his pants.

Now she was eating the salad and started in on the brownie. "Ummmm," she said. "I am not so fond of the dish of weeds, but the brown thing is delicious." Replete, she raised her hands above her head and stretched. Mid-yawn, she turned on him. "Stop looking at my breasts."

"I can't help myself. Are you wearing one of those push-up things?"

She frowned. "I do not think so, but I am wearing a lace harness. Leastways, I don't jiggle anymore."