BLACK MAIL

"Not so fast." He said and pulled her closer to him with his hand on the trench coat. "What are you wearing?" he asked, her face flushed. She folded her hand across her chest to prevent him from taking off the coat.

"Nothing special." She muttered. He let go of the coat.

"I want to know what you are wearing." He said and yanked her hand away from her coat and opened it, gazing at the black lingerie she was wearing inside that showed her boobs. His eyes widened, and he quickly let go of the coat.

"What the heck are you wearing?!?" he asked in a rumbling tone. Her face reddened. She avoided his gaze with her lips trembling.

"Didn’t you say I was an a-a adul-..." he cut in.

"Adult." He said.

"Yes, that word." She replied, twisting her lips.

"What are you up to, Melody? Look at me when I am talking to you." He said, lifting her face. She gazed into his eyes with an indifferent expression.

"Nothing... I am just going to work, that’s all, or aren’t I allowed to wear what I want?" she