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Still, I need to make sure it looks good in the full-length mirrors. I cultivate all the I don't care what Ethan thinks of me in a bikini I can (almost none) and step into the main room.
My eyes catch his immediately. I try to play coy as I turn to the mirror and check out my reflection, but I can feel his gaze passing over me. His expression is hungry and determined.
"Fuck, Vi. Any way I can convince you to wear that everywhere?" He pushes himself to his feet.
I spin around so we're face to face. "I'm sure you can think of something."
He takes a step towards me. Then another. Another. Then he's close enough to touch me.
"Here." His fingers skim my shoulder. He adjusts my strap. Then the other. Then his eyes are on mine. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." I look up at him. Right now, I want to kiss him. I don't care about anything that happens after I kiss him, only about how his lips will feel against mine.
He drags his fingertips up my shoulder and over my neck. "You getting that one?"
This is moving too fast. I take a step backwards. "Yeah. Don't you need a suit?"
"No, I have one."
"Where?"
"In my pocket."
"In the pocket of your incredibly tight skinny jeans?" Now, I have a perfectly valid explanation for staring at his crotch.
"Yeah, right here." He pats his front right pocket. "You know, my eyes are up here, Violet."
"I
'm not sure about that. I might have to investigate."
"You're going to make me think you're using me for my body."
I throw him an uh-huh look. "I should change." Before I do something that will get both of us arrested.
"Try not to spend the entire time thinking about me naked."
"That's a lost cause." I smile like I'm joking.
But from the way he smiles back, it's clear he knows I'm not.
Ethan tells me nothing about where we're going. If it was anyone else, I'd be a nervous wreck. But I don't feel a single hint of negative energy.
I really do trust him.
Fuck, this is dangerous.
His hand brushes mine as we walk. It's about twenty minutes of trekking through a residential neighborhood until we stop in front of a several-story apartment complex.
Ethan points to the pool on the roof of the building. It's as secluded as a pool gets.
"You have access to this how?" I ask.
He smiles. "I'm capable of criminal activities besides public indecency."
"Really?"
"Yeah." He pulls something from his front pocket—a key. "Plus, a friend of mine owns the building. It's empty. They're demolishing it in a few weeks to put up fancy condos."
