“She thinks you’re handsome, but my dress is too short apparently.” Duncan looked at her green outfit that popped against her brown skin. Her long legs extended forever past the hem. “I disagree.” She squeezed his hand in response. “But I will say,” he lowered his voice, “I’ve already pictured you bent over in this dress.” Retta didn’t even look at him. She simply dropped her head and brought a finger to her ear like she had a Bluetooth earpiece on. “Mhmm. Beelzebub? Yeah, I have a twenty-nine-year-old male for you.”
