Emma liked John the minute she first set eyes on him. Together they tore up the house party’s dance floor, her red dress twirling as he expertly matched her every sexy move. They looked gorgeous, the perfect couple. So why wouldn’t she take him to a quiet room and let him chow down on her muff like a hungry hippo? But John wasn’t a hippo. He was an entirely different creature altogether! Would Emma live to regret her decision for this party quickie, or would she find out she too had a taste for something exotic and rare?