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his words deep down his throat, but the mortification coursing
through me with the strength of a tsunami veered my worries. “How
dare you looking at me like this you…you Peeping Tom!” I barked in
red-hot rage.
    “Well, they were the ones practically
poking my eyes. I wasn’t the one looking for it.”
    “Couldn’t have you just turned around or…or
told me something?”
    “No, I couldn’t have, and yes, I did,” he
said leaning his shoulder against the staircase railing with his
arms crossed over his chest. “And it’s the best thing I’ve done so
far. Your face was priceless—still is,” he added with a mocking
grin.
    “I swear I'm going to claw out your
eyes.”
    “Oh, come on, that braless thing is, like,
the ultimate trend in fashion, right? It’s not that bad,” he said,
as if trying to douse the fire in me, which only fueled it even
more. The infuriating amusement in his voice lightened his words,
as if he was drinking a coconut in a serene white-sand beach on an
exotic island while an airplane plummeted into the ocean miles
away. “It would’ve been quite a shocker several years ago but women
don’t use underwear anymore for Christ’s sake—not that I'm
complaining,” he said with a small, mischievous smile.
    Guys, I thought with a roll of my
eyes. “You can like that nasty exposure all you want, but I am not part of that.” I tightened my grip around me. “Underwear has
a purpose, and I'm happy to follow that purpose—thrilled even. What
happened tonight was just a…slip.” A mayor slip.
    “You don’t have to explain anything, just
avoid doing these slips around other people. Lucky you it was me
and not some randy guy.”
    Meaning, he wasn’t interested in me and that
not even a white thin shirt would change that. Good. “Whatever,” I
told him and walked to the staircase, my arms wrapped firmly around
my chest. I’d decided the Bugs Bunny water glass wasn’t a go
tonight.
    My frozen foot was about to climb up the
fifth slab of wood, when Ian’s hand shot up from downstairs, over
the rail, and grabbed my elbow. “Wait.” I looked down at him
confused. “There’s something I need to tell you.” He schooled his
face into a serious expression, no mockery, amusement, or sarcasm
playing in his voice this time.
    He dropped my elbow and stepped back a
little to see me better. “Okay,” I turned and neared the dark
glossy rail. The thick piece of oak pressed against my stomach.
“Where’s Buffy by the way? I thought you were half way down her
pants earlier,” I said, suddenly remembering those hot-blooded
visions on the couch.
    “On the phone with Jessica and Jennifer.” He
motioned his strong chin to the kitchen door. I bit my tongue to
not add ‘and Charlie’ to his answer, but the Charlie's Angels
analogy only seemed funny to Linda and me. “That’s why I
went to take that out from the car.” He glanced back at the white
blazer draped over the curved backrest of the mahogany settee. “Not
because I suddenly had the urge to fantasize about you in the car,
which would’ve been a big waste of time since I had the real thing
waiting for me here—with perks and all.”
    Back on the taunting, are we? “Why
don’t I show you how fun and creative doodling with a key over a
new car is,” I said with a sweet voice, leaning over. “I assure you
it’s dead funny.”
    His emerald eyes narrowed. “Since I'm in the
mood for funny things tonight, it’ll be my greatest pleasure to let
you show me—only if you promise not to cover yourself while we’re
at it. My humor seems to get a boost when you’re hands are dangling
by your sides.”
    “How nice,” I gave him a lady-like smile,
full of corrosive syrupiness. “I’ll go and change for the raucous
graffiti, then.” I leaned back.
    “No changing either.”
    “Because…”
    “Because I say so.”
    “Just like that.”
    “Yep, just like that.”
    I snorted. “I think you’re forgetting to
whom you’re