Mia
The moment James shut the door to our hotel room, he said, “Take the dress off before I ruin it.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder, a perplexed look on my face. “Excuse me?”
He chuckled. “You like that dress, don’t you?” At my nod, he continued. “Or would you rather I tear it off you?”
I understood the meaning behind his words immediately and blushed profusely. “How rude. You’re not allowed to destroy any more of my new clothes,” I said clearly.
He raised a brow at me in challenge. “I paid for them.”
I folded my arms across my chest. Heck, I knew I looked insignificant and small compared to him, but I wasn’t about to let him annihilate my beloved new garments, even though he did pay for them.
He came to stand right in front of me and said, “Go on. Take that dress off.” He was l
