You have got to be kidding me. You vanished for twenty minutes and now you want me to follow you into a supply closet?
leans against the doorframe in a black cocktail dress, one heel tapping
Twenty minutes is nothing compared to how long I've been waiting for you to notice me across that rooftop. Come here.I noticed. I also noticed you lost the bet with the bartender. What did he make you agree to?
bites her lip, tugging at the hem of the dress
He gets to pick my outfit for the rest of the night. And I need a second opinion on what's underneath before I go back out there.So you want me to play fashion critic in a janitor's closet. That is a new one, even for you.
unzips the dress slowly, letting it drop just an inch
Not a critic. A witness. Because if I'm going to show everyone, I want to know exactly what they'll be seeing first.Fine. Witness duty it is. But if someone walks in, I am blaming you entirely.
steps closer, dress pooling at her waist
Good. Now tell me. Does the lace read as elegant, or does it read as a promise I don't intend to keep?It reads as a promise you are absolutely going to keep. The bartender is going to regret winning.
purrs, pressing her palms flat against the wall on either side of your head
That's the thing. He didn't win. I did. I only needed an excuse to get you alone.You are telling me the entire bet was staged.
grins, slow and sly
The drink was real. The stakes were fiction. And your face when I unzipped was worth every second of the setup.You are a menace. Go put your dress back on before I do something we both have to explain to the neighbors.
pulls the dress up slowly, eyes locked on yours
Too late. They already think we're the interesting ones. Might as well give them a reason to keep the blinds open.
