Then I remove the rest of my clothes.
“Red…” His voice is a low warning, but he doesn’t move.
I pretend not to hear it. I step toward the dresser, pulling open the top drawer and rummaging until I find what I’m looking for, a delicate black lace set that’s probably more for show than practicality.
“I mean, it’s important to check these things,” I murmur, slipping the lace panties up over my hips slowly, deliberately. “Wouldn’t want any surprises.”
“Danielle,” he warns again, this time using my name.
I slip the matching bra on, fastening it easily, then turn to face him fully. “Well? How’s it look?”
That’s when he groans, dragging a hand over his face, shaking his head like he’s trying to exorcise whatever demon I’ve just summoned in him.
“You’re a menace,” he mutters.
I grin.
Then
