“My problem is that I had to watch you walk out this door on his arm dressed like this.” His hand goes to my thigh, slipping underneath the skirt of my dress. He trails upward, bringing the flimsy material with him until he reaches the curve of my hips, the air’s cold against my skin. “I had to sit back, knowing he was going to have his hands on you.” His voice is thick and the pads of his fingers trail along the hem of my panties. “My problem is you not pushing him away and letting it happen.” His eyes bore into mine.
