–Livana–
I invited Miss Faux—Deanne—to dinner. David was gawking at her. She wore a plain, slightly tight dress that hugged her curves just enough. She didn't need to try. Her presence was enough. I think David was already drooling.
Out of habit—and curiosity—I tilted my head to check if my husband would glance at her. But Damon's gaze never left me.
Good.
I just needed to confirm something. Would Damon look at another woman? Would he be aroused or even mildly attracted? He's a man, after all. And men—they react. Especially to women like Deanne.
"Deanne," I called softly.
"Yes, Liva?"
"I hope you're enjoying your meal."
"I am." She smiled, and I focused on her chin.
"Babe, turn your head to me," Damon murmured.
"What?"
"If you could see," he said casually, "you'd better stay away from Deanne. I don't want you turning into a lesbian."
I furrowed my brows.
"Even Alyssa and Laura seem to be falling for her charm," he added under his breath.
