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I clear my throat and look away. “Just hurry up and get ready,” I say, my voice suddenly as tight as my pants.
“I am ready.”
“You can’t wear that.”
“Why not?”
“You need to wear black.”
“Shoot, all my black formalwear is at the dry cleaners.”
“Shut up,” I grind out, stepping into the small wardrobe space alongside her. The air thickens and the walls seem to shrink in her presence. Why did I step so close to her?
She tilts her head, watching me with dark eyes. “What’s the matter, tough guy?” she asks, her voice teasing.
I grit my teeth. She’s not making this any easier for me. “Just put on something black,” I say through clenched teeth. “We don’t have time for this.”
She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine as she strips off and becomes naked once more.
“Someone’s a little tense,” she says, reaching past me to grab a black top from the rack. Her fingers brush mine, and I can feel the heat of her skin. It takes all my willpower not to grab her and throttle her senseless. Or kiss her. I don’t know. Her scent is intoxicating, messing with my mind.
Instead, I step back and watch as she slips into the top without a bra. Fuck. It fits her like a glove, clearly showing her nipples through the thin fabric. She’s going to freeze out there, but it won’t be half as bad as my blue balls.
She turns to face me, and I can see the desire in her eyes. It’s almost enough to make me forget why we’re here.
Almost.
“We ready?” I ask.
“Umm, sure if it’s okay to go out without pants or shoes,” she teases, pointing to her glorious pussy.
“Hurry. Up.”
Definitely throttle her. My fingers are itching to crush her dainty little bones beneath my power.
She smirks again and grabs a pair of stretchy, skin tight black pants, pulls them on commando, and then bends at the waist to do up her shoes.
“What the fuck are they?”
“What?” She looks back at me over her shoulder, and I have to tear my gaze away from her arse with difficulty.
“What you’re wearing.”
“Leggings?” She shrugs.
“On your feet,” I snap, finally losing patience. The chopper is going to be waiting for us, and it’ll be me that cops it for our tardiness.
“Boots. They’re sturdy.”
“They have heels.”
“So?”
“You need to be able to run.”
“I can run in heels. Do you know how many men I’ve killed in boots like these? Trust me, whatever goes down tonight, my footwear won’t be a problem.”
Against my better judgement, I grab her hand and pull her along with me. Or that’s what I intend to do, but my feet don’t move and she ends up crashing into my chest, where my arms circle her of their own accord, caging her in against me like something precious.
