“Does this meet the requirements?” he asked, giving the leash the faintest of tugs. He heard Bess give another breathy, wordless cry. The men crowding around goggled and gulped. There were even some women pressing closer, wide-eyed. Dressed in the shirt and cutoffs, Elizabeth had been an attention-grabber. Naked, cuffed and leashed as Bess, she was an irresistible attraction.
“That was damned impressive, Mr. Smith,” Lucas Blackfeather said as he elbowed his way through the crowd. He eyed Bess appreciatively. She was staring at Ron, and didn’t seem to notice him at all. “Very damned impressive. I’d be happy to take you and your female upstairs, if you like.”
“Thank you,” Ron responded. “We’d both like to see what goes on up there very much.”
“All right, then. Just follow me. Can she get
