"Oh, but this is magnificent!" she cried, seizing the paperback and traipsing into the kitchen. She hopped up onto the countertop by the stove and perched, swinging her feet while she flipped through the book and scanned. "Will he ever find true love?" she asked Errol dramatically. "Can she look past his sordid past and find the good man he secretly longs to be? Ooh, ooh, here's a good one!"
She cleared her throat and made a huge to-do about the reading, straightening her back and holding the book in front of her at varying distances until she settled at last and began purring out the words, utterly spoiling the effect by the barely-suppressed laughter as she read aloud:
"Julian's hands glided around to her willowy, arching back and pulled her close, until the sweeping, moist heat of her pressed tightly against him. Their mouths searched for and found each other; then he planted fervent kisses across her cheek to her neck. The flaming passion within his body only heightened his awareness of the gala in full swing just outside the library doors. Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted all of her. All of her."
It was difficult to say if the pink across her cheeks was from laughter or blushing. There was barely enough time to see it at all, though, because she crushed the book over her nose and mouth to stifle yet more laughter. Those dark eyes of hers veritably danced with her mirth.