“I have plans for later tonight.”
Lucas Black spent the entire dinner trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes off of Steph. She was sitting directly across from him, and the dress she was wearing was definitely one of the ones she called “my f**k-me dresses.”
I didn’t know there were different kinds of dresses, but Steph had educated me upon my arrival in New York. There were church dresses and going out dresses and clubbing dresses and first date dresses and coffee date dresses and so many others I couldn’t even remember.
Now, Lucas Black’s line of sight had a wide angle of her ample cleavage. I don’t know if she was doing it on purpose, but it worked—she had the men’s attention. Well, except for Andy and Knox, who were probably struggling not to drift a glance over her chest.
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