Chapter 12
SHE’D DRESSED TO KILL him.
As Corinne shifted to cross her legs in the passenger seat beside him, Tucker caught a glimpse of long, toned leg and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He’d thought getting out of the apartment, going on a proper date would help him reset his priorities, let him focus on something other than getting her naked. But he’d absolutely underestimated her.
Corinne had always been beautiful. But since she came back to Wishful, she usually dressed more for function than fashion. Nothing she’d done, short of the costuming for their performances, had been intended to draw any attention to herself. Tucker liked the minimalist look on her. No muss, no fuss, no artifice. Just her.
Tonight, though. God. The dress reminded him of Marilyn Monroe, except ins
