I twisted around to face her and let my gaze slowly drift down her body. “After his wife undresses before him first.” Her cheeks blushed scarlet, but her dark brown eyes threw daggers at me. “If he scrubs all the mud—” “Oh, he will,” I playfully cut in. “He will scrub every inch of clothing they own to watch his wife strip bare.” She arched a dark brow. “Been awhile for the Otter King, has it?”
