Wendy
The crystal glass of Scotch was resting exactly an inch from his right hand. But Reed didn't look at the drink again. His consuming gaze was stuck entirely on me, tracking the deep v-neckline of the unbuttoned dress shirt with a burning intensity.
"Is that my shirt?" He asked.
"Is it?" I asked, faking innocence. I looked down at the black silk covering my body, smoothing my hands slowly over my thighs, deliberately drawing his eyes down the bare length of my legs. "I just grabbed the first comfortable thing I could find. My silk robe had a... snag in it. This was in the duffel bag in the corner."
Reed’s jaw clenched. The muscles in his neck jumped as he swallowed hard.
"Right…" He murmured with a dark disbelief. "A snag."
I took a small step closer and leaned slightly over his
