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“About what?” I whispered.
“It’s not slutty cleavage at all.”
I wheezed.
“And you do look smoking tonight.” Harry winked and returned to his meal.
He’dreadmy texts.
“Really?” Part of me hated that I’d just asked him to validate his claim. Why couldn’t I take a compliment for what it was?
But I wanted to hear I was beautiful. Wanted his validation beyond my scars.
Harry glanced back as I rambled. “I hardly ever wear dresses and this—” I waved my phone up and down my torso, “is not what I usually wear, and I don’t know what I am doing. And I’m having a hard time over here keeping myself together because I feel like I’m half-naked and I’m making a huge fool of myself—”
Harry pressed his index finger to my lips. I stilled at the shock of his touch in public. He slowly traced the shape of my mouth before pulling away, his gaze flicking back to mine.
“You were panicking there.” His voice had dropped an octave.
I huffed, and faced my dinner plate, my heart pounding, my lips still tingling.
“Anastasia ...” His deep voice saying my full name compelled me to turn slowly toward him again, as if I were the snake and he the snake charmer.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the room.”
I snorted, breaking the spell.
“Look at me,” Harry demanded, his eyes alight. “Every man in this room wishes he was me. They all want to sit beside you right now.”
“To stare at my tits,” I muttered.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head.
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.
He cut his steak, and before he ate the mouthful, he added, “With your smile, any decent person wouldn’t stare at your tits.”
My vagina was jubilant. Was I panting? I was on the brink of throwing my rules away right now and launching myself at him, regardless of witnesses.
Feedback from the microphone on stage cut our conversation short.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. Can you hear me in the back?”
The MC fiddled with the microphone as my phone vibrated again. I quickly looked at the screen.
Sam: What was that all about?! He touched your lips! Hot Doc didn’t perv at your boobs once while he talked to you. So your dress can’t be that much of a Slutty McWhore Gown
Huh. Sam was right. The whole time he didn’t look down.
My phone pinged again.
Sam: are you two banging?
I spluttered, smothering my shock as a cough.
Me: No
Sam: well, he looked at you like you’re a steak: delicious and juicy
