“What the f**k are you wearing?” Zander demanded, wasting no time in getting to the crux of the matter.
April stared at him like he was slow. “I know you know what a bikini is, so you’re going to have to be more specific here.”
She could hear his teeth gritting against one another in frustration.
“My point is that you shouldn’t be wearing that,” clarified Zander.
April stared at him for a moment before bursting out in laughter. “Do you hear yourself?” she asked in disbelief. “Since when has that been a rule? Am I supposed to bring all my clothes to you for your approval before I wear them now?”
“If your plan includes clothes this skimpy in your daily routine, then yes!” Zander insisted. He grabbed the towel she was not even putting to use and straightened it out before wrapping it aro
