Thirteen
“I mean try it on,” I quickly retreated. “You try it on.”
Jeez, some people just have a one-track mind. Usually men. And usually the same track.
“You’re welcome to join me.” He flashed that cocky grin as he slipped past me, grabbing the coat and heading for the three-way mirror.
“Just try the coat on, Elliot.”
I barely managed to twist out of the way as he reached to pinch my backside. I was getting faster.
“You know,” he said as he shrugged the coat onto his broad shoulders, “I’ve always had a trench coat fantasy. It never involved having to pay for one.”
He tightened the belt around his lean waist, tugging it into a knot and turning for inspection.
“As a matter of fact, it never involved me wearing the coat.” His smile turned seductive. “But I’m always open to adaptation
