The keys were barely in the door before Wes and I were tearing the clothes off each other. “Welcome to Abbylissima,” I said before he claimed my mouth again. “Abysmal?” Wes held both sides of my shirt and yanked. Buttons flew everywhere. “This is not Hollywood,” I said. “What do you serve here? I’m hungry after those drinks.” “It’s an Afro-fusion restaurant.” “What’s on the menu? Can I order a starter of your sweet ass?” “You’re on the menu.” I …