"Are you angry with me?" That caught her off guard.
"With you? I thought you were angry with me."
"Why would I be angry with you?"
"Well last night and my...episode. Then that altercation this afternoon. I thought you might be displeased." He look her up and down, his eyes followed the length of her leg to her hips and paused. His eyes rose to meet hers and the waning throb of her s*x that had been incited earlier by his nearness was reignited making her shift her hips anxiously.
"So that explains the outfit?"
"A little." She whispered thickly.
"A little, as in completely?"
She felt even hotter. She nodded.
"Take it off." His voice was instantly cold and commanding, and it shook her out of her daze.
"You don't like it?"
"No," he said slowly, "I like it very much, but there's one
