She watched him walk across the room, bend to reach into the icebox. Naked. He was never shy, but she didn't think he was ever quite this relaxed when he was in her home. Well, except for the time she'd found him naked in her bed, perhaps.
Muriel wasn't much of a beer drinker, but she took the bottle and lifted it in response to his toast.
Ugh. Horrible stuff. She nearly grimaced, but caught herself in time. Whatever game they were playing, making a face over the beer would certainly undermine her.
Then he asked her if she wanted a pillow, and although he didn't smirk at her, there was still that too casual tone to his voice. Was he expecting her to falter? Hardly likely. She wanted to hear him whimper.