“Hello, pumpkin.” He greets as his eyes trail her, noting small, novel details about her.
Electra huffs out a breath and rolls her eyes.
“And sour goes the rest of my day.” She takes a U-turn back inside the house.
“Great! I’m just about happy to see you too.” He says as he steps inside the house and struggles to shut the door behind him while holding the flowers and the dress.
Electra shivers in revolt. She doesn’t look at him. “You're back early.” She points.
“Why did you lock the door?”
“Would you have preferred I left it open?” She has her back to him, exiting the room. If he can't tell that she had to rush out of the bathroom, then he is probably blind.
Anders flashes his eyebrows. “Good point.” Distracted, he stares at her swaying bum as she walks away. Definitely no panties
