Chapter 93 Flames And Confessions

• After cleaning the chicken, she put a little olive oil in a skillet and slid the meat in.
• “So reading the same books wouldn’t necessarily tell me what you’re interested in?”
• “No.” She began preparing the vegetables. “Fire play ain’t never happenin’. Don’t get me wrong, it was beautifully written and all, but there isn’t enough alcohol in the world to get me to do that. And—” She put the knife down and looked him in the eye—“I don’t get the humiliation crap, and don’t even get me started on exhibitionism.” Lucian was obviously struggling not to laugh.