I smirk, unable to help myself. “Are you that eager to get me alone?”
I tuck my hands into my pockets as I wait for her reply.
Finally, her gaze snaps to mine. “Not even a little. I just want to get out of this dress.”
I glance down at the curve of her waist, eyeing the silk that is pulled so tight across her body that it looks like it was sewn on. “I can help with that if you like.”
For a second, she falters, as if she’s picturing what it would be like to have me undress her. But then her expression turns cold once more.
“You’d be the last person I’d ever ask for help.”
“Suit yourself.” I shrug. Two can do nonchalance. “But if you’re trying to turn me off, it’s not working.”
Her jaw clenches. “Are we going or not?”
There she is, my little firecracker.
“We will if you answer me one question.”
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t fight me, for once.
“Why did you choose that dress?” I purposefully let my eyes flick down her body.
When I meet her gaze once more, a slight pink blush coats her cheeks, and my lips pull up at the corners.
“Because it was the most expensive.”
My shoulders shake with silent laughter.
Does she really think I’m that stupid?
“Try again.”
Ciara rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest,once again drawing my attention to the soft swells of her tits. “Because it fit me, and I didn’t have time to get it altered.”
“You and I both know I could have paid for a tailor to alter it on short notice. So, try again.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“The sooner you answer my question, the sooner we can get out of here,Tine Bheag.”
Her blush deepens as she looks down at her dress, brushing her hands over the silk skirt. “I chose it because I thought it would torture you the most.”
My eyebrows shoot up at her answer. “Torture me, huh?”
I take a step closer to her.
She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t back away.
“That would imply that I’m attracted to you.”
She stays quiet, though her cheeks turn an even darker shade of pink.
I shouldn’t wind her up, but getting any sort of reaction out of Ciara is better than being completely ignored.
Bending down so my lips are barely an inch from her ear, I take pride in the way her breath catches at my closeness.
“I have a feeling it might be the other way around,” I whisper before pulling away.
