THE FOOD OF LOVE
Eyes closed, Dean's head dropped limply onto the end of the bathtub, and his lips parted expectantly to accept another delicious treat.
But when his eyes opened again, it wasn't the blonde beauty that greeted him, but the grinning face of the Trickster, wearing nothing but a gold loincloth and a smug grin.
Dean's stomach lurched.
Goddamn friggin' Trickster - fooled again!
The Trickster munched on a chocolate cube and glanced down the length of the bathtub from Dean's chocolate-smeared face to his feet.
He swallowed the chocolate and frowned in disapproval.
"Did I chill that champagne a bit too much!"