Embarrassed, I shake my head and look away.
“Don’t be shy.”
When I glance back at him, he’s grinning.
“You’re strange.”
“You told me that the night we met. Do you remember?”
“Yes, and I was right. Put those away, please.”
He folds them carefully and places them in the outer breast pocket of his jacket, arranging them until the panties look like a pocket square.
“I don’t want to know how many times you’ve done that before, but you’re entirely too good at it. Please don’t tell me you’ll wear them into a meeting.”
“Oh, these are coming with me wherever I go.”
He laughs at my expression. I love his laugh, open and unguarded, loud and happy. The sound thrills me. I sit and stare at him, mesmerized.
Eyes glowing, he leans across the table and takes my hand. “There’s that look again.”
