He walked in slowly. “Hello, Sugar,” he said as his eyes raked over her. He immediately rolled up his sleeve to feed her.
“No, not tonight,” she whispered. “Tonight I have something for you.”
He looked down at the serving board on the floor, at the pallet where they would make love, and at something else. Ties, velvet ties, and a blindfold. “What are these?” he asked suspiciously.
“It’s a surprise,” she said, excitement in her voice.
“Are they for me or you?”
“For you, my love.”
Uncertainty crept into his expression. “I don’t like surprises, Sugar.”
“It’ll be fun, don’t you think? A pleasant diversion.”
He gave her the kind of look that told her she was a child playing at a game she didn’t understand. “Sugar, if you don’t know what you’re doing, this could be dangerous.”
“Oh, don’t be such an old fuddy-duddy. It’ll be fun. I’ve always wanted to try it.”
“Put them away. I’m not in the mood for games.”
She contained her shock. “Why?”