Ty
“No.” I stood in the doorway of Ivy’s bedroom when she opened it the next morning. “No way.”
Her skintight white dress with its thin brown belt showed every single one of her gorgeous curves. The little cleavage that showed was enough for my mouth to run dry. She turned a moment to glance back into the room, and my eyes went to the slit up the back of the skirt.
“How long have you been standing there?” She looked back at me then made an attempt to brush me off.
“Wear this.” I handed her one of my t-shirts and she held it up. “Wear it with jeans and do one of those knot things Sloane does with her t-shirts.”
“As flattered as I am that you care, the answer is no. This is way too big, and I don’t wear jeans on the job.” She took a step back and set it on the table inside the door.
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