“You don’t look like a hanger with boobs.” She smirks. “You’re not supposed to notice my boobs.” “I thought we already agreed that I was going to notice your boobs but pretend I don’t.” “Is this you pretending?” She folds her arms and quirks that brow, still smirking at me. The woman gets off on challenging me and Lord help me, I get off on it too. “Absolutely.”
