Hallie Morgan, looking at him dumbfounded, listened as he raised an eyebrow, "Of course, since I've already married you, I'll perform any duties that are expected, as such if you ever have any... physical needs that require my involvement, I can carry it out even with my eyes closed."
What the heck?
Hallie almost flew off the handle.
"I don't, okay! I don't need it!"
Even so, her gaze uncontrollably drifted to his waist.
Dylan Collins promptly placed his hands on his waist, standing quietly as he watched her.
His pose reminded her of an elegantly dressed model on the fashion runway with a perfect figure exuding pride and carrying an air of casual observation. Assertively treating everyone beneath the runway as his servants.
So handsome!
He gave a playful smile, "What are you looking at?"
