Chapter 2
Seven paced her room. What the hell had she just done? Stomping over to the thermostat, she pushed the button until the temperature hit the low sixties. She fanned her face and then tugged her cotton pullover dress up and over her head. She flung it on her bed and looked down at her bright yellow bra, her eyes then darting to her luggage where her matching panties would be. Her mortification from her conversation with Blake about her underwear returned and heated her cheeks. The sexy underwear always cheered her up a bit, one of her private indulgences—when she wore them, that was.
Blake Turner was arrogant and cocky and—God, she’d thought she’d pass out during the whole conversation. Talk about “fake it till you make it.” Confrontation was not in her comfort zone, bold and bra
