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calves, and that was it. The rest of his spectacular body was naked. I felt a deep-seated, quite perverted need to run my hands down that strong smooth chest and those beautiful abs that resembled the rippled swell on the ocean. I pressed my tongue against the back of my teeth as I imagined following the happy-trail to paradise beneath his navel, which led a path to the gladiator skirt . . . and beyond. When my horny eye balls finally did their third lap of his perfect body, it was to find Bradley staring at me. The look on his face made my nipples pebble, and I fought the need to cross my arms over my chest. His expression was probably much like the shocked awe of a teenage boy’s first porn experience. He was blatantly checking me out, but it didn’t bother me. In fact, I felt a little thrill at his unabashed exploration. When his lusty gaze met mine, he licked his lips. LICKED HIS FREAKING LIPS! A little nervous, I shuffled and realized I had never been in this kind of situation before. I’d never been nervous under the scrutiny of a man before, but here and now, with Bradley looking at me like I was candy on a stick, I was anxious.
    “Alright, enough eye fucking. Let’s make margaritas!” Casey sang loudly.
    I felt the heat rush to my face and was grateful to see the darkening of Bradley’s cheeks, too. While Lionel and Casey made drinks—cocktails for them and a mocktail for me since I didn’t drink alcohol—Bradley and I sat across from one and other in the living area. I looked his way and quickly averted my gaze; he had failed to remember he was wearing a skirt. I fought a smile while trying to catch a discreet glance of his grey boxer briefs once more.
    “Bradley, sit like a lady,” Casey snapped as he handed me my drink. I could have slapped the man, and the twinkle in his eyes suggested he knew I wanted to.
    Bradley shoved his skirt down to regain his modesty, and soon we were all sitting in the living room, in what was most likely the most awkward Fancy Dress Friday I had ever been to. Lionel finished setting up Loaded Questions , and Bradley’s brow rose.
    “Board games,” he muttered.
    Casey, Lionel, and I all pinned him with a stare.
    “It’s fun. Relax, you might just enjoy yourself,” Lionel said with no heat in his tone.
    Bradley pulled out his cell phone and began thumbing off a message to someone.
    “No cell phones allowed during game time,” whispered Lionel.
    “Settle down, Kernel Clink, the game hasn’t started yet,” said Casey with a chuckle.
    “I was supposed to meet some friends. I just want to let them know I won’t be there.”
    “Oh, maybe we can all go out later?” I said, perking up. A night out sounded fun.
    Bradley glanced at me before sliding his cell phone across the coffee table. He took a long drink from his whiskey before shaking his head. “It’s not really . . . lady friendly . . . or gay friendly.”
    I arched a brow his way, and I was pretty sure Lionel and Casey did, too.
    “Bradley, did you join a Freemason’s Lodge?” Casey asked.
    “What’s a Freemason’s Lodge? Do they have something against women and gays?” I demanded, getting ready to defend the rights of all women and homosexuals across the Lord’s fine Earth.
    “It’s a boy’s club, and as far I’m concerned, they must have something against us because they don’t allow women or gays to become members.”
    “That’s not true; most modern lodges are happy to accept homosexual members.”
    “You joined a cult?” I asked, outraged.
    “They are not a cult, and no, I haven’t joined a Freemason’s Lodge,” Bradley sighed. “I was supposed to meet some friends at The Lovely Lounge, which is a strip club.” He quickly busied himself by pouring another drink.
    “It’s a strip club . . . where women strip . . . and women aren’t welcome?” I asked, puzzled.
    “I just didn’t think any of you would be comfortable going to a strip club,” Bradley said with irritation.
    “I