When Carolyn had told Herc she'd be bringing a nighty to his house, well, in the safety of his own mind (he hoped, if not there were running shoes by the door), it would be one of those long floral things his gran used to wear... Good, he was safe in his mind; not a black lace negligée.
"My..." He gasped, doing the perfect impression of a gold fish.
"What do you think?" Carolyn asked, voice going into a deep, sexy tone that Herc had never heard from her and her fingers fluffing out her short-ish hair.
He couldn't answer.
"What's the matter, Hercules?" Carolyn pouted. Oh, he hated his name, but said like that...
"I - I -"
"If you get the lights..." She began, trailing a hand up her thigh and showing him a hint of garter, "You can get me."
Herc had never flicked a switch so fast in his life...