“You know, Mr Bryan, I've heard married men are excellent at keeping secrets. So… Do you think you can handle this one?”

She stepped closer and ran a palm over his arm seductively. Her stormy eyes glinted with mischief as her fingernails trailed across his biceps, “No one needs to know about this. Just you and me!”

“I have a wife, Ms. Winters!” Bryan found his lost voice and asserted as forcefully as he could when her distracting fingers were roaming all over his chest. She shook her head and chuckled, “Congratulations. I hope you have a happy married life!” 

“Lana…” Bryan groaned her name and she pressed a finger upon his lips, shushing him. “I don't wanna be your wife, Bryan. I wanna be your whore. Your dirty, little slut! No expectations, no commitments, just sex! Only sex.”