Chapter Fourteen
Six Months Later
Carly stood at the doorway watching him dress. The starched shirt, the crisp tie, all that beautiful black of his tuxedo, and shed have been creaming her panties if she were wearing any. He turned, realizing that she was staring.
Something the matter? he asked.
No, not at all. She gave herself a moment to appreciate what she saw. You
are
hot!
Really?
No
Yes, I mean it
you um
lets just say that tux well
certainly does
by then she was blushing and couldnt have possibly finished the sentence.
I take that as a compliment. Thank you.
It was a compliment, and you are welcome.
So, how about you? he turned his attention on her. I assume youre not planning to wear a bathrobe tonight?
Oh right
she stared down at her blue terry
