Devon’s voice was ever bright as he said, “I often wonder if you do the laundry in a pencil skirt. But then, I realize that can’t be the case because surely the seam would split if you’re always bending over.” Sean let out a little groan, but she shook her hand at him, well aware he was about to make Devon apologize. Amused at Devon’s lack of delicacy, she said, “My skirts aren’t that tight.” “They are. If you bend over a certain way, we can see your thong through the fabric.”
