Loyce walked out of the kitchen carrying a freshly boiled plate of Tortellini. Seeing the bizarre, frozen tableau in the living room, she blinked. "Why are you all just standing there? Go tell Forrest and Gordon dinner is ready."
"Uh... you just missed a video call," Morris coughed awkwardly, trying to sound gentle. "I think he wanted to talk to you? It was a guy with a... very muscular profile picture."
Loyce didn't seem surprised at all. "I'll call him back in a bit. Let's eat first."
She turned around to help Marcella bring out the rest of the dishes. The chat window on the laptop chimed again. It was another message from 'Baba.'
This time, he had sent a string of shopping links.
Trusting his gut that this was definitely nothing wholesome, Morris reached out to shut the laptop. "This is her privacy. We really shouldn't look."
Lucian's hand shot out and clamped down on the edge of the screen. With a quick tap on the touchscreen, the e-commerce links popped open.
[Ultimate BDSM Starter Kit]
[High-End Leather Restraints Collection]
[Stamina Pills - Last an Hour Without Finishing]
Every single webpage was more retina-burning than the last.
By the time Loyce finished setting the table, the atmosphere in the living room had degraded from weird to downright psychotic. She looked at the three of them in total bewilderment. "Didn't I just say to go get Gordon and Forrest? Why are you still standing there like statues?"
Morris grabbed the laptop, slammed it shut with a loud snap, and tossed it onto the sofa. Grabbing Hank's arm, he practically dragged him away. "Let's go. We're getting Gordon and Forrest."
Lucian strolled slowly over to the dining table and stopped in front of Loyce, who was laying out the silverware. "You like that kind of thing?"
Loyce was busy and didn't look up. "Like what?"
"Passionate and uninhibited."

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