As she pushed her chair back, he tracked her movements like a cat watching a mouse before taking a swipe at it. “Still underestimate me?” “Pardon?” She asked, furrowing her brow. Silas raked his gaze over her as she stood before him. “I’d say the clothing left for you fits just right,” he purred. Heat flooded her face and she struggled not to press her thighs together. Straightening to her full height, she said, “I don’t know. These jeans could have some more stretch to them. Make them a bit more flattering.” Turning, she heard the rumble in his chest and felt his eyes glued to her arse with
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