He's teasing me again, but I like the way his mouth curves around the words as he backs into the dressing room. And of course he'd pull the curtain shut once he's inside.

I give him a minute, not wanting to seem desperate, but then his trousers come flying out. I pick them up. They're still warm and they smell like cologne and hot iron and just the faintest trace of sweat. Not at all like honey. I drape them over a rack before I poke my head inside the curtain.

I should have known he'd be wearing something silky that drapes just perfectly over his thighs. It's obvious he's not the least bit shy, either. "You can have all the pie you want," I promise him. "Are you going to kiss me?"