** Harper **
Harper couldn't feel the rest of her body anymore. For a long moment, she lay boneless like a puddle, adrift on the clouds of euphoria, and it wasn't until the sofa cushion dipped beneath her that she remembered where she was.
Lazily, she opened her eyes, finding Eli looming over her with a smug and dangerous smile.
"My good girl has a bad and dirty mind." His gaze gleamed darkly. "Since you like it so much when I talk filthy, I'll have to get you to say those same words back to me someday. Without the influence of alcohol."
… Harper couldn't decide if she should blush or purr at the promise. Though apparently, her fazed mind had no trouble taking its pick on autodrive, because she heard herself say at once, "Do I get to layer you up with whipped cream too while I say it?"
… Darn. There went her image of a good girl forever.
