“You should have been more prepared for the weather,” he told me, his voice indifferent.
I frowned at him.
“I wasn’t planning on wearing a dress this evening,” I told him. “Especially not one so revealing.”
His eyes gazed down at my body briefly before traveling back up to my eyes.
“Don’t make this a habit,” he muttered and then he turned and started to walk back towards his car.
“A habit? Seriously?” I called after him. “Then maybe don’t force me to go out to a fancy restaurant with you and your family. I didn’t really have much of a choice in my attire.”
He didn’t reply, he got back into the backseat of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. I scowled and marched to my front door. I reached into my bag to grab my set of keys. Unlocking the door, I pushed it open to peer
