"Are you?" He grabbed her slim wrist and pulled her toward the bed. "You have to be in a good mood to ask your friends over for a barbeque. Are you tired because I am here?"

His fingers began working on the buttons of her jacket.

She grabbed his hand and said, "Elliot! Don't do this in my house!"

"Why not?" He did not give her a chance to answer and said sternly, "Why can't we do it in your house? Is it because you had other men in your bed before?"

Avery shoved his chest. "Because you are