“I can’t believe we’re late,” Abby muttered under her breath as she and Zoran hurried down the long corridor. “We would have been on time if you had kept your hands to yourself.”
Zoran wore a silly, satisfied grin on his face. “But you needed help with your dress.”
“Yes,” Abby said, glaring up at Zoran. “Getting it on, not off.”
“But, elila, you look so beautiful without your clothes on,” Zoran said, his smile turning even more satisfied as he remembered how they ended up making love again even when they were trying to dress for the dinner.
He had done well keeping his hands off her after they finally got out of the bathing pool—until she turned around to have him tie the strips holding her gown on. The dark blue material accented her eyes, and when she turned her long expanse of cream
