“Nope. We’re not going out tonight,” Brody groaned, walking up behind me in the mirror.
Joel told me that he’d made the company party similar to a cocktail party, and I’d chosen a satin red cocktail dress with an asymmetrical front. The slit on the right was nearly up to my hip while the other side fell just below my knee in a point. It was very simple, yet elegant, and I felt sexy while still keeping it on the appropriate side.
His arms wrapped around my body and his lips pressed against the crook of my neck. Brody’s eyes never left mine in the mirror.
“I like this dress.”
Brody groaned, “I’m going to like ripping this dress to shreds when we get back tonight,” he whispered huskily in my ear.
The hand that rested on my hip moved up to my neck, gripping with enough force to se
