We finished eating after a very intense 20 minutes of interaction when the last thing we did was eat. When the maid stood up to wash the didges Cameron and I moved to the sofa to laid on there as we waited to digest the dinner.
"You got things spiced up there. I don't know how we managed not to get caught." I whispered as low as I could.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pushed my head closer to him before replying in the same low tone of voice: "I just got myself started, love. You can't imagine what I am capable of doing when I am in the mood."
What did he mean?
Was he in the mood now?
"Shall I be scared?" I inquired in an amused tone of voice.
