He shrugs. “I think it suits you.” Then he walks past me and grabs my arm as he goes.
“Hey! Where are we going?” I balk as he tows me along.
“I have a meeting set up with my lieutenants,” he explains. “I assumed you’d want to be there.”
“Phoenix, I can’t go like this!”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not dressed.”
“That t-shirt practically comes down to your knees.”
“Yes, but everyone will knows it’s yours.” I realize how childish I sound the second the words leave my lips.
Phoenix must agree, because he scoffs, “You’re my wife, Elyssa. They already know we’re fucking.”
I cringe, freeze, and yank my arm away from him.
He turns to look at me. “Now what?”
“Can you not say it like that?”
He stares at me with detached amusement. “The part about us f*****g?”
I bristle again. “Yes.”
“It’s
