“Addison,” I call as she reaches for her door. When she turns, I drag my eyes up from her ass to her eyes. “Nice dress.” Now I’ve pissed her off because she hitches a foot, putting a hand to her curvy hip. “No one calls me Addison. It’s ‘Addy.’” That surprises me. I expected the dress comment to piss her off, not her name. I give her a half grin, repeating, “We’ll see.”
