I planted my hands on my hips. "Is it such a stretch that a straight, breathing female with an iota of a sex drive might not want to be servicing Mr. Rock God on a regular basis?"

Shut up, Nava, because they're laughing harder and you're not making your case.

I eyed Drio's wobbling chair, so tempted to upend him. "I'm sure there are lots of other options that would still allow me to Mata Hari my way into Samson's life."

Drio's feet thudded onto the floor. He ...