“Wish she wasn’t wearing the death top, man,” Colin commented as his hands went to the outside of her thighs to move her the way he wanted her to move. She didn’t protest, men tended to be touchy during dancing. As long as they both knew that’s all they were getting from her, she was okay.
“What’s with the two of you wanting me out of my top?”
“Silver doesn’t look good on you is all. You should try gold, maybe even copper, but silver? No, silver just won’t do. It clashes with your skin tone.”
Well, that was definitely a first. Two men advising her on what not to wear, and then suggesting what she should wear. Maybe they weren’t into girls. You know that’s not the case. Her mouth cracked into a grin she couldn’t hide, and Victor leaned forward so that his breath caressed her cheek as he
