Page 127 of The Cajun Doctor

“This is the new me.”

“How is this going to play out?”

“You had your fantasy night. Now I’m going to have mine.”

“Okaaay. But I have to tell you, I’ve decided I’m not into one-night stands anymore.”

“How would you know what you’re into? You’ve been blocked up for so long, a laxative wouldn’t move you.”

He laughed. “Sounds like you’ve been talking to Tante Lulu. Good Lord! This was her idea?”

“No, it was totally my idea.”

Meanwhile, she had taken a small disc player out of her tote bag and set it on the dresser. It began to play some eastern belly dance music. She swayed her hips like she thought a belly dancer might.

“Oh, my God! Do that again.”

She did, and she threw in a little hip thrust.

“Interesting, but not enough to change my stance on one-night stands.”

Since when did he get to take a position on one-night stands? That was her right to make such a demand. Damn, she was getting confused. Must be the wine she’d drunk before leaving her house, to give her fortification.

“Okay, so you don’t want a one-night stand. How about I give you a fantasy sex event every night, like that Arabian Nights story?” she offered.

“You’ve got my attention now, sweetheart. You do know that was a thousand and one nights?”

She shrugged. “Give or take.”

He was sitting up straighter now, and the sheet which had been drawn to his chest slipped away, revealing a pair of boxer briefs, and nothing else.

Good.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

He was clearly surprised by the offer. “Sure.”

She reached down and took out a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses, set them on the dresser, and poured.

He laughed. “What else have you got in the bag?”

“You would be really, really surprised.” She handed him his glass and took a sip from hers. The wine was no longer chilled, but it would do.

“Give me a hint.” He took a sip of his wine and nodded his appreciation of its taste.

“Suffice it to say, I went to the Frisky Fun Boutique in Houma today to make a few purchases.”

“A sex shop? You didn’t!” he said, and took a really long sip this time.

“I did.”

“By yourself?”

“Nope. Tante Lulu and Charmaine went with me.”

He choked on his wine and set it on the bedside table. “I do not want to picture that scene. And I definitely do not want to know if they bought anything.”

“They did,” she told him anyway.