Anita's cheeks are red with embarrassment, but she doesn't let her eyes wander. She can sense his arousal, even if it's not blatant and demanding. She takes a breath and lets it out slowly before yanking back the blankets and crawling into the bed.

"Lock the door, because I'm really not in the mood to explain this to anyone," she says, laying down under the sheet. "And then come lay beside me."