“That dress is indecent.” “I told Monty that. He insisted I get it,” I say. “He did that for me.” His gaze sears into me. “I told him to find the dress that would show off your body the best.” I glare at him. “Prostituting me still?” “Never. I wanted to see you. All of you. Just for me. I wanted you to tease me without saying a word or sending me a look. That dress is a work of art, but it is nothing compared to you. Your body is perfection.”
