"Is she not in the room?"
"She is, but she said she's fine, it's a contract after all, and I don't, I mean I shouldn't expect his fidelity and explanations." Lily shrugged and put her hands up in surrender.
"I'm only repeating her words. Anyway, what are you going to do about it?" Without replying, he ascended the stairs.
He pushed the door open, she was trying out her dresses, pretending nothing had happened.
"Looks good on you." He leaned against the door frame, eyes traveling over her body, mind racing with things he could do to her in that dress.
"The dress looks good on you, Olivia," Dylan repeated as Olivia said nothing to the first one.
"I heard you for the first time. Thank you. Thinking of peeling it off my skin?"
"If you'd ask me, I like you walking in nothing." He went further into the room, encircling her waist with his arms.
