“Stop looking at me like that,” I warn, cocking a brow. She’s the one in a skimpy suit, but she’s looking at me like she can see my dick growing harder through my shorts. “Like what?” she asks innocently. She wants me to say it. She wants to know how I see her and watch me squirm as I wrangle with the fact I kissed her last night. I should have done more. I should have fucked that look right off her face last night.
