“I need you to watch Vico after school. I got a job, maybe.” Melody was wearing only her b*a and panties as she sifted through the heap of clothes in search of something she wasn’t finding. She pulled on a grayish dress that hugged her curves and came down to her knees.
Mostly.
Halfway.
“Another club?”
“No, a daytime job.” She turned this way and that to inspect herself in the mirror. “Does this look like an office dress?”
“Sure. On Cinemax.”
Melody smacked me in the chest with the back of her hand. Hard. It hurt. But she let me slide my arms around her waist. I bit her neck behind her ear and grinned at her in the mirror.
“You should wear it,” I told her. “I guarantee whoever’s interviewing you will be putty in your hands.” I slid a hand down the outside of her hip to where the
