"Hi, Harriet," I say, sounding damn near feral.

"Hi," she whispers, swallowing. Shifting in her heels. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know." I close the distance between us, continuing until she has to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. Until her nipples brush my chest every time one of us breathes. "That depends what costume you're picking out for tonight."

"Oh." A flush rises on her cheeks. "It's supposed to be a surprise."

"I don't want to be surprised about this."

Does she know ...