JaceThe smell hit me before I'd cleared the doorway, and my stomach turned over and answered it before I had any vote in the matter.I came out of the bath with the towel knotted at my hip and my hair dripping down the back of my neck, and the whole front room had changed while I'd been in there. There was a small table set in front of the couch. Low, square, the right height for a man to eat off without getting up, and it was loaded. Steam still coming off most of it. The smell had layers to it, the brown deep bottom note of something seared hard in fat and over that the sharper green thing of an herb I couldn't name, and the worms in my stomach woke all the way up and started in on me.Mina was bent over the table, still setting it. She had her back to me. She'd changed at some point into a short skirt, and somewhere in the bending the hem of it had ridden up the backs of her thighs, all the way up, to the soft underside of her where the curve of her ass started, and for about a s
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