"Hi, Harriet," I say, sounding damn near feral.
"Hi," she whispers, swallowing. Shifting in her heels. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't know." I close the distance between us, continuing until she has to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. Until her n*****s brush my chest every time one of us breathes. "That depends what costume you're picking out for tonight."
"Oh." A flush rises on her cheeks. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
"I don't want to be surprised about this."
Does she know it's taking every ounce of my willpower not to...to manhandle her? It's a constant struggle to stop myself from picking her up, rip those sexy clothes off, shove her legs where I need them. It's constant.
"Fine." A lump rises and falls in her throat. Her gaze travels past me, avoiding my eyes. "I'm
