Holly Winslow froze for a moment, then looked down at the black shaver in her hand. "..."
'Shave my leg hair on the basketball court?'
When she saw him lift one pant leg and start to roll up the other, she quickly pulled it back down. "There's no way I'm shaving my legs on a basketball court," she whispered.
'Actually, she'd dealt with Mortimer's leg hair before. Like, when she was waxing her own legs... *cough*, she'd just do his too while she was at it.'
"Then you'll come home with me to shave them?"
Seeing her adorably proud expression, Mortimer couldn't resist kissing her. "Actually," he added, "whether you shave them or not won't affect your husband's performance."
"Your husband is accomplished, inside and out."
"..."
'Holly suspected that Sultry Mortimer had really been reading her secret stash of novels.'
'He knew all the tropes.'
She held out her hands, putting on the air of a debt collector. "Time to pay the reading fee. You're not leaving until you do."
