"The red thing?" Priestly asked, eyes wide and hopeful. "With all the lace? Or, oooo, the navy blue. I like that too."

He liked all her sexy underwear. And she knew it.

His knife gleamed in the candlelight as he carefully sliced open a vanilla bean pod and scraped out the seeds.

"You know, I'm not sure I even have sexy underwear. That doesn't seem fair. I should get a sexy red thing for you to enjoy, too."