“If you expect me to take my clothes off—” “I expect nothing of the sort,” he interrupted her. Tem scoffed. Leo’s mouth twisted in a smile. “Do you not believe me?” “Why would I?” Leo’s eyes traveled over her body. Even when she was covered from neck to toe, it felt like he was looking straight through her. “What I expect and what I want are two different things, Tem.” “And what, exactly, do you expect?” “I expect you to be difficult. Like you always are.” Tem crossed her arms. “And what do you want?” Leo took a long swallow of whiskey. “Whatever you’re willing to give me.”
