Victor obeyed and set her down, but not before kissing her soundly.
“Victor Romanoff, you said no funny stuff,” she whispered, breathing heavy and trying halfheartedly to push him away.
“That was just a thank you. You give a better birthday show than Benihana’s. Their chefs aren’t nearly as sexy,” he said, smirking.
She blushed. “I wasn’t putting on a show for you. You should learn to knock!”
“What for? You never lock the door and you wouldn’t have heard me anyway with the music this loud.”
“I…I unlocked it to let Calendula out,” she lied.
Victor pointed to the fluffy ginger tail sticking out from under the table; proof she had done no such thing.