Bending down I fish another item out of the open drawer. Several cuffs attached to a bar. I hold it up.
"That," says Christian, his eyes darkening, "is a spreader bar with ankle and wrist restraints."
"How does it work?" I ask, genuinely intrigued. My inner goddess pops her head out of her bunker.
"You want me to show you?" he breathes in surprise, closing his eyes briefly.
I blink at him. When he opens his eyes, they are blazing.
Oh my. "Yes, I want a demonstration. I like being tied up," I whisper as my inner goddess pole vaults from the bunker onto her chaise longue.
"Oh, Ana," he murmurs. He looks pained all of a sudden.
"What?"
"Not here.