that anyone this polished would be prepared for an intruder. But it is how she did it that amazed him. One minute he was starring quite blatantly at some very desirable assets, the next he was being tossed out in the alley. Though he was not hurt, his pride was damaged.. and then to hear a whisper in his ear,, dinner?? How was he to manage that... Ah well, after all he was Gunnar wasn't he?

It only took him about twenty minutes to find his mark. A few drinks later and he had the address, and soon he was off. A quick twist of the wrist and he was in. Good thing he had picked a man of the correct size this time. Very nice clothes he had and jewelry too. Ordinarily, this score would have netted him a weeks rest, but somehow he doubted it would last that long in this town.

On his was to the restaurant he picked up a couple of hard types that for a free meal and a few coins were willing to call him Master for the evenings entertainment. The owner of the establishment was a real dish in her own right, and certainly would have been worth a tumble, maybe even a rumble if his mind hadn't been elsewhere.

Oh, and then in she came. The whole place changed. Any man over the age of two had his eyes on her. Yet, she wasn't doing anything special, that he could tell. It wouldn't be long before he would have her to himself again. Gently, gently, he reminded himself. This one definitely was someone very special and he would need his manners with her, any and all of them, in each and every category.

Dinner went splendidly, and the taste in his mouth though superb was nothing to the feast of his eyes and ears. He studied her more than watched her that evening. She made no bold moves, no subtle come ons, no catch me if you can advances and retreats.

No sir, she just smoldered in your groin. It was like she knew exactly how to tend a coal fire. Keep it ever so hot and smoldering, until she decided to open the dampers and let it out. Then she said it in her voice that was a voice below the range at which onlookers may have over heard. That same voice she used in the alley. A bath perhaps?