His hair has only gotten longer over the last few weeks. I like it. It softens him, although his eyes are still like hot coals, black and fiery. I want to run my fingers through his tangled locks and rough beard.
Instead, I curl my hands into fists at my side while he looks at me from all angles.
“It’ll work. Especially if people aren’t looking at your face,” he says. “In a dress like that, they’ll be focused… elsewhere.”
I suddenly feel the urge to cover my breasts, but I resist. I have to be confident.
He shrugs. “That’s men for you.”
He’s not wrong. And the dress does really highlight my assets. The neckline is cut dangerously low, giving off a considerable view of my cleavage. If I lean too far forward, my t**s will fall out completely.
“Anyway, here’s what’s happening. Tonight’s
