Chapter Three
Mallory folded her arms, enjoying the expression on Erasmus’s face as the action pushed her ample breasts together and made her cleavage even more pronounced. “I’m sure it will. But,” she pointedly raked her gaze up and down him, “there’s just one problem. You’re still fully dressed.” She toyed with her bra straps, then slipped them off her shoulders.
“That can soon be rectified.”
“Very good.” In swift, efficient movements, she removed her bra and thong and dropped them to the carpet beside the bed. Then she sat on the edge of the mattress, swung her legs up and settled back against the headboard, out of his reach. “I’ll be waiting right here.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“You have no idea,” she shot back, smiling sweetly. Inside, she wasn’t feeling even remotely patient
