“You’re a little different than I expected you to be, all grown up,” Christian says, smirking as he glances down at my stripper outfit, which is honestly not much more than skimpy underwear. I blush a sudden, horrible red.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, hunching my shoulders and pulling myself closer to him, thinking that if I get closer he’ll have trouble seeing my entire body.
Not like he didn’t get a really good look at it earlier tonight. I groan in embarrassment.
“No, seriously!” Christian laughs, pulling back so he can see my face. “You look good, Iris. I’m glad to see that you still dance, even if…well, even if I imagined you in the national ballet, not the Glass Slipper.”
I sigh a little, shaking my head as I stare at him.
“Looks like we have a lot to catch up on, Chris,” I say, my v
