Naked Pages
“This is everything you’ve worked for. Don’t throw it away by being careless.”
“I’m not careless.”
“Yes, you are.” He leans back against the counter, wine glass in one hand, iPad in the other. “Like tonight. That was reckless. If anyone had walked in”
“They didn’t.”
“That’s not the point—”
“Adrian.” My voice cuts him off.
“What?” His eyes snap up, annoyed.
I’m naked.
Dress gone. Bra, panties, all of it tossed onto the marble floor. I stand in front of him, bare, unashamed, leaning against the edge of the sofa.