“You know very well you aren’t allowed to stand like that,” he said. “Put your arms by your sides.”
“I can’t do that,” she hissed. “Men keep staring at my tits.”
“I’m not surprised,” Matt said, looking down at them. “They’re very nice. But of course, you’re not supposed to be talking back.”
She glared at him.
“Nor looking me in the eye,” he said sternly.
Slowly she lowered her glance. Matt took her hand and led her across to some of the guests.
“Lizzie is a little shy,” he said. “She’s not quite sure if she’s invited to the party or not.”
“I hope she is,” said the young man she’d encountered in the kitchen, his eyes on her chest again. She wanted to say something rude in return, but she didn’t dare. The guests continued their conversation, ignoring her except for the man who kept st
