I could see the shape of her waist and the outward slope of her hips. Even her chest was accentuated by the deep neckline and thin straps. As she took a step forward, a slit that ran up her leg was revealed. My jaw went slack as she rushed to keep the fabric closed at the top of her thigh. The bottom of the pale purple dress shifted like a field of lavender taken by the wind around her heels. “Bloody hell,” I muttered, pulling at the tie gripping my throat.
