"Heh!" Lucas Griffin laughed arrogantly. "I, Lucas Griffin, am neither an exhibitionist nor some debauchee. Do you think I want to strip naked for you to see?"
Amanda Jenkins was startled, then let out a long sigh, calming her racing heart. "Hey, you should have said so earlier."
Limpid and nonchalant, Lucas teased, "I'm a bit tired. If you don't want to do it, you can leave. I won't force you."
"I'll do it, I'll do it," Amanda nodded repeatedly.
It's just undressing, isn't it? On TV and in magazines, there are so many male models wearing nothing but underwear. It's not like I haven't seen it before.
If I just think of him as a bamboo shoot, I can peel it off quickly. Besides, I get his help in finding my brother in return. It's not a bad deal.
Amanda kept reassuring herself, mustering up the courage to enter the bathroom.
As he heard her footsteps, a smug smile of victory flickered across Lucas's lips.
