"Take off your dress," Luke said softly.
Badly startled, i flicked a lightning-quick look at him to see if y was hearing things. We were standing in my kitchen, me at the sink, Luke leaning with his back against the opposite counter, his arms folded. Allegedly about to have a cup of coffee.
Instead, unless i was having audio hallucinatios, he had just told me to take my dress off.
I blurted, "What did you say?"
And he gave a slow, lazy, sexy smile that scared me.
"You heard," he said.
Luke Costello has just told me to take my dress off, i thought, panic and outrage jostling from supremacy. The nerve of him. But what will i do?
The obvious thing was just to tell him to leave my apartment. Instead i croaked, "But we havent been introduced", in an attempt to laugh my way out of it.
He wasnt amused.
"Go on," he said in a tone that i found frighteningly compelling. "Take it off."