She ran the end of one string tie against her bottom lip. “You want to see my breasts?” she purred, casting him that blinding smile. He sat upright in his chair, tensing in anticipation. “Get Saroya to show you.” Smile gone, she reached for her beer, crooking her finger around the bottleneck. As she swigged, he thought, Not classy. But oddly . . . arousing.
