“Her breasts?” Serenity said as if they were talking about something as mundane as the weather.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Exactly. He has no business feeling those regardless of the way it happens.”
“Okay, so, no petting, no breast hugs, what else?”
“Front hugs,” he said.
“Front hugs, breast hugs, whatever,” she responded.
Dair felt like he should be squirming under her glare, but he held his ground. “No little chats. It should be all business or nothing at all.” A single brow rose on her face. He was in murky water now.
“Do you want me sitting around talking to another female just for the heck of it?” he challenged.
Her eyes narrowed on him. “No,” she snapped. “Okay, fine. I get what you’re saying. But I expect you to trust me to set those boundaries myself.”
“I will when I’m not around.
