Chapter 3
“You probably should have guessed. But I hope he doesn’t strip you just yet. You look…amazing.”
She did a quick pirouette. The dress hugged her ass, molding like a liquid skin over the ripe swells. “Is it okay? I wasn’t going to get the shoes, but the girl at the mall said they made the outfit.”
“They do,” Gideon said. “In fact, I might make it a vacation rule that you’re not allowed to wear any other shoes.”
“I like that rule.” Jesse’s eyes were drawn to her legs again. “Those shoes, that collar…the dress wouldn’t even be necessary.”
“You heard the man, Em. The dress isn’t necessary.”
Her brows shot up at Gideon’s almost order. The sudden wave of desire flowing from her was dizzying, but Jesse was riveted by the deliberate lift of her arms, the thrust of her breasts as she reached behind to unzip the garment.