He sighs and nods. “Fine. Under one condition.” “What?” I ask warily. A slow, mischievous smile spreads from his lips up to his amber eyes, making me fear for my life. Also, my panties a little, because a mischievous Zach is a sexy Zach. Huh. Who knew? “I get to pick an outfit for you,” he says. “Fine,” I shrug, unconcerned. This is my favorite store, after all. “Do your worst.”
