“I look even better when I take it off.” Feeling mischievous, I purred, “You’re so sure of us being incompatible, but I wonder if that might change if I sat on your lap. Hmm? Do you think we’d find common ground there, Joe?” “Why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll find out.” “Wh-what?” Thrown off-kilter by his flirtatious attack, I frowned at him. “What are you doing?” “What are you doing?”
