her figure teasingly exposed than artfully covered and leaving very little to the imagination. With a neckline that plunged to her navel, the scant bodice of the dress had him wondering if her high, plump breasts were in danger of falling free and its skirt barely covered her upper thighs. When she sat, minus her thong, she'd be giving everyone a peek at what was meant for his eyes only.
He knew she wanted to get back at him for Liz, and for threatening to send Justin away, but she wouldn't get her revenge dressed like that. There was no way he was going to allow her to walk virtually naked into a room full of Savages and a motley crew of others. Taking her hand, he brought her open palm to his lips, allowed his tongue to caress its center slightly, all the while peering into frozen sea green eyes. Not seeing even a bit of thawing in their depths he allowed her hand to fall to her side commanding nicely, “Go change then hurry back down. I'll make up an excuse for you.”
Her eyes narrowed, “If I leave I'm not coming back. This party wasn't my idea. I'm going along to avoid hurting Vega's feelings.”
“You already hurt Vega when you wouldn't come out earlier and talk to her. She was standing sadly outside our bedroom door waiting for you to answer. I've already made enough mistakes for the both of us. Don't worsen our situation by injuring her or any of the rest of the family just because you're mad at me. Now go put some clothes on, something elegantly conservative, sort of Jackie Kennedy meets Barbara Bush.”
Inhaling deeply so her breasts really stuck out, she slowly swiveled, modeling for him, allowing him to enjoy her attractions further. “I like this dress. Don't you?”
“I certainly do and I'll be the only one to ever again see you with so little on.”
Carolina shrugged dismissively. “No you won't. I'm not changing, so let's get this over with. I've had a migraine since Sunday. By the way, you should
He knew she wanted to get back at him for Liz, and for threatening to send Justin away, but she wouldn't get her revenge dressed like that. There was no way he was going to allow her to walk virtually naked into a room full of Savages and a motley crew of others. Taking her hand, he brought her open palm to his lips, allowed his tongue to caress its center slightly, all the while peering into frozen sea green eyes. Not seeing even a bit of thawing in their depths he allowed her hand to fall to her side commanding nicely, “Go change then hurry back down. I'll make up an excuse for you.”
Her eyes narrowed, “If I leave I'm not coming back. This party wasn't my idea. I'm going along to avoid hurting Vega's feelings.”
“You already hurt Vega when you wouldn't come out earlier and talk to her. She was standing sadly outside our bedroom door waiting for you to answer. I've already made enough mistakes for the both of us. Don't worsen our situation by injuring her or any of the rest of the family just because you're mad at me. Now go put some clothes on, something elegantly conservative, sort of Jackie Kennedy meets Barbara Bush.”
Inhaling deeply so her breasts really stuck out, she slowly swiveled, modeling for him, allowing him to enjoy her attractions further. “I like this dress. Don't you?”
“I certainly do and I'll be the only one to ever again see you with so little on.”
Carolina shrugged dismissively. “No you won't. I'm not changing, so let's get this over with. I've had a migraine since Sunday. By the way, you should