I scoffed. For f**k’s sake. She could’ve worn anything—coats, sweaters, layers of something practical. But no. She’d chosen this. That red lace, those thin straps, the flimsy fabric that clung to her curves like a second skin. Even now, with the chill creeping into the room, her n*****s strained against the material, drawing my gaze like a goddamn magnet.
"You’re not cold?" I mocked, raising an eyebrow. My jaw ticked as I watched her squirm, her cheeks heating under my unrelenting stare. "Then you’re either too stubborn or too stupid to admit it. Which one is it?"
Her lips parted and a flicker of indignation crossed her features, but she clamped her mouth shut, refusing to answer. Reckless. Either way, it didn’t matter.
I stood abruptly as the chair scraped against the floor as I towere
