“You know what? No. If you’re going to make me sit here and have nothing to do but look at you, then that outfit is off limits for dinner. I don’t want to be eating my dinner and have to see you looking like…like…that.” My hands grip the back of the chair. “Like what?” I say, ready for a fight. Barrett stands and any power I felt standing over him is gone. His tall, broad frame towers over me. “Like I could eat you for dinner,” he says. Holy shit. That is the last thing I expected him to say.
