Naked Scripts
“Testing me? Bullshit. You were dying for me to close that inch. I saw the way your lips parted, the way your thighs pressed together like you were already wet just from me breathing on you. Tell me I’m wrong, Riley. Tell me your panties aren’t soaked right now thinking about what would’ve happened if that elevator hadn’t dinged.”
She swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “They’re not. And even if they were, it wouldn’t be because of you. It would be because I’m furious that you still think you can talk to me like I’m one of your little fan girls who drops to their knees the second you flash that smile. Newsflash, Xander: I don’t drop for anyone. Especially not you.”