Less than five minutes into his decision to be careful about how he treated Delia and what he said to her, and he’d already blown it. It wasn’t his fault, though. Who wouldn’t react to a chandelier with hanging dicks? He hadn’t been upstairs before, so he followed Delia into the Wests’ bedroom, where she drew on a pair of thin latex gloves. Elizabeth and Jake West had expensive tastes, he mused as they wandered around the opulent room. A little girly for his tastes, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of it. Obviously, Delia agreed. “Get a load of that bed,” she said, letting out a low whistle. “You could lose a family of ten in it.” She opened one of two doors, and came to a dead halt. “Wow. I could so use one of these.” “Walk-in closet?” he asked. “Monster bathroom,” she answered, her voice awed. “I want that tub.” He came up behind her and looked over her shoulder.
