“Of course it is. Cinn explained to me that my calling in life was perfectly praiseworthy as long as I was doing it to improve people’s lives.” She tried to look humble, but the slyness hung around in the depths of her eyes. “I want you guys to be happy, and I think having wild sex a few times a night will really lower your stress levels.”

The man at the next table had evidently told his wife, because she cast a furtive glance their way.

Suddenly, Sparkle clapped. “I have a great idea. I’ll create your own special castle fantasy.” Her eyes glittered with excitement. “Eric was great when he was here. He was Eric the Evil. You can play the wicked vampire this time, Dacian. You’ve lived the part, so you shouldn’t have any problem with the role-playing.”

“Someone stop her.” Cinn’s mutter went unnoticed.

“Cinn, you’ll be the intrepid vampire hunter. We’ll fix you up with a cute little stake and everything. We’ll get Edge and Bain to join in so it’ll feel more authentic. Now here’s the best part.” She slid the tip of her tongue across her full lower lip.

Everyone at the next table leaned closer.

Dacian knew he should be as horrified as Cinn evidently was, but he couldn’t help being intrigued. Whatever Sparkle came up with would end in sex, and if the sex was with Cinn, then he was game.

Sparkle tapped Cinn’s hand to make sure she had her attention. “Your trusted partners, Edge the Immortal Death-bringer and Bain the Demon Hell-spawn, will help you to subdue the vampire. But he’s so absolutely gorgeous you decide to have your wicked way with him before you stake him.”

Cinn’s gaze flickered around her, pausing when she noted the rapt attention of the couple at the next table. “Oh, God, this is so embarrassing.”

Dacian figured that Sparkle and embarrassment didn’t meet very often.

“This is soooo good. You and your helpers secure the vampire to the table in the dungeon. The one with all the neat restraints. Then when your helpers leave, you rip his clothes from that luscious body.”

The man and woman at the next table stopped even pretending to eat.

“Then—”

It seemed like the whole restaurant stilled.

“Then you drive him to the brink of orgasm with your lips, tongue, teeth, and talented fingers. And just when he can’t stand one more minute of the exquisite sexual sensations, you—”

“Go home.” Cinn stood.

A small moan of disappointment whispered across the room.

Dacian sort of felt the same way. He was ready for the fantasy to happen right now. He wouldn’t mind if it took place here on one of these tables. He was that hot for Cinn. But no restraints. That would remind him too much of his rages.