And maybe she was. For a second, I thought she was holding herself in check. That maybe she had learned to keep her tongue.
I should have known better.
The moment I stopped, she tilted her head, her mouth curving just enough to hint at trouble.
“Well?” she asked casually. “Are you done inspecting me, or should I take off the dress too so you can check the innerwear? You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, though my jaw tightened to keep from reacting too obviously. She had the gall to say it with a perfectly calm expression, looking at me like she’d just asked whether I wanted tea or coffee.
“You think you’re funny,” I said, my voice low.
She shrugged one shoulder, the movement infuriatingly graceful. “I think I’m honest. You were circling me like you were check
