173 Stop Undressing Him With Her Eyes

[Warning: The ending of this chapter has very vivid dirty talking. Read at your own risk!]

"No, I actually showered. I smell minty fresh!" he said, smirking at her. 

"You're such a jerk," she grumbled. 

"Okay, stop undressing me with your eyes. We need to get to work."

She gasped in protest. "I am not undressing you with my eyes." She was. "I'm just thinking about how ugly your pants are."

"They're jeans. How can they be ugly?" he countered. There was a logical fallacy in her words. 

"Maybe, it's not the jeans. It's you. You have a wedgie the size of our country." Complete and utter lies. He looked amazing in jeans. Especially when his back was to her and she could ogle his ass. 

"I do not!" he said defensively, reaching down to adjust his package. 

"You just made it worse," she deadpanned.