His long fingers traced down his collar, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, revealing the toned chest beneath. Her face reddened slightly at the sight.
He grinned like a fox that had just caught its prey. She cleared her throat, trying to hide her embarrassment, and coldly protested.
"Albert Wilson, I agreed to play along for the old man's sake, but that doesn't mean doing… that with you!"
"What kind of 'that'?" he asked, tilting his head with a mischievous glint in his eyes. She hadn't expected him to feign innocence, and it threw her off for a moment.
"You know… that kind of thing…"
"Who said anything about doing that with you?" He shrugged off his shirt, leaving only his fitted black dress pants, perfectly tailored to show off his lean waist, strong legs, and toned build.
She felt a wave of embarrassment over her assumptions. "Then… why are you undressing?"
