Zeke slowly slid the dress down Scotlyn’s arms, his eyes fixed on the confection of lace and dainty garters. He didn’t even breathe. “Tell me that I bought this for you.” “You have a very twisted view of economics.” She shifted so she could pull the dress all the way off and toss it aside. All she wore was black silk. “But, technically I suppose you gave me the paycheck that paid for it.” Zeke seemed thrilled to hear that. “I am a financial genius.”
