“Juliet,whatthe hell are you doing?” She forced out, nearly choking on the words.
She was now reasonably certain that Juliet wasn’t about to throw down with her; why would she care if her stained shirt got messed up?
Juliet’s expressionseemedto be the picture of nonchalance. But not her eyes. No, those were blazingly hot as she took another step closer to Darcy.
“I spilled wine on my shirt, so I’m taking it off. I thought that was obvious?”
Drawing in a long, deep breath through her nose, Darcy forced herself to release the sink and turn around to face Juliet head-on.
No matter what mess she’d gotten herself into, she wasn’t going to simplygiveJuliet her back to stab her knife into. Darcy wasn’t a doormat; if Juliet wanted to do… whatever the hell it was she was doing, Darcy would go into it with her head held high.
Admittedly, while her head was held high, her eyes were a little lower.
She’d thought Juliet’s breasts were smaller than they actually were. Even in gowns she wore to award shows that sculpted to her bust, Juliet’s outfits were always so… tasteful. Deliberately designed to showcase elegance and beauty, not to make her look sexy.
Darcy deeply regretted that wine right now.
Because she couldn’tstopstaring, her lips parted, breathing coming a little faster.
“Are you nervous?” Juliet closed almost all of the distance between them, stopping only inches from Darcy. “You seem to be a little out of breath.”
Juliet’s question pinged through her mind, and she snapped her eyes up and away from Juliet’s chest, feeling her cheeks heat. “Nervous?”
Nervous because Juliet was standing in front of her without her shirt on or nervous because she’d come out to her? What, exactly, was Juliet playing at here?
Regardless,nervouswasn’t the entirety of what she was feeling. Wasn’t even close.
“A lacy black bra like that is a lot sexier than what I’d have imagined for you,” she stated, defiantly.
She hadn’t planned on coming out to anyone, let alone Juliet. But she wasn’t going to back down or act ashamed. If Juliet was going to try to play a game with her, Darcy wasn’t going to make it easy. Hell, for all she knew, her commenting on Juliet’s breasts would makeJulietuncomfortable, and maybe that would throw a wrench into her plan of clearly trying to put Darcy in a tight spot.
So, there.
It wasn’t discomfort that slid over Juliet’s face, though. It was – fuck if Darcy knew what it was, because itlookedlike excitement.
And that really made no damn sense at all.
“Oh? What kind of bras did you imagine me in?”
Damn it, she had walked right into that.
Darcy narrowed her eyes into a glare; Julietwasn’tgoing to trip her up.
“None. I haven’t imagined you in anything. Because that would be…” She trailed off, searching for the word. Normally, words came somewhat simply to her. But not right now. Reaching back, she tightly gripped the sink that was digging into her lower back. Finding comfort in the cold biting into her palms. “Insane. It would be insane.”
Juliet tilted her head, and her long, soft hair slid over her collarbones in a sweeping motion that – thatdid notattract Darcy’s gaze at all. Nope. “Insane… how?”
“How?” She echoed, incredulously.
There were a million reasons why it would be insane, but Darcy was going to take the higher road, here. When it came to this, she couldn’t let it devolve.
Whatever Juliet was doing, she was going to be better, even if it killed her.
Drawing in a deep breath, she started, “Look–”
“No, Darcy.Youlook. At me,” Juliet didn’t ask, sheordered, her voice slipping into something sultry and enticing, and Darcy’s throat ran dry.
Automatically her eyes dipped again, falling into line.
