A Mission to the Mustard Museum (3 page)

“I’m here to complete our Date Mission, ma’am,” he said softly. He tracked a finger softly along her jaw line with his other hand.

“The sex clause?” Frannie asked, her breath coming faster.

“That’s affirmative,” David answered, moving his hand higher under her jacket. He leaned in close, and traced her lips with a finger. “It’s part of my deep nature.”

“Mission accomplished,” Frannie said.