I glance towards Lois and give her a curt nod. Without a word, she and her entire staff back out of the room to give us some privacy.
When we’re alone again, I get up and walk around the rack to where Willow is standing.
“Where do I even start?” she breathes.
In response, I reach for the edges of her t-shirt and start to pull it up.
She grabs my hand. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you where to start,” I rasp.
“I can undress myself—in the dressing room.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Seems like a waste of all this beautiful space.”
She glances around, noticing that we’re truly alone. There’s no one else in this part of the store.
The knot in her throat rides up and down as she swallows. “I’d prefer some privacy,” she grits uncomfortably.
“You want me to turn around?”
I snort. “What on e
