“What are you wearing under this dress?”

Not what she expected him to say. “Excuse me?”

His teeth sunk into her lower lip, making her yelp. “Focus.”

She frowned. “A thong and a strapless bra.” Both black and lacy. Lingerie was one of her secret indulgences. Not that she ever put them to good use.

One of his hands drifted from her hair to her waist, then down to her ass. His palm flattened and forced her to arch up into him. A breath hitched in her throat at the feel of his growing arousal. Mixing business and pleasure?

His lips brushed hers in a chaste kiss that belied the passion they were feigning for the camera. “The dress will have to stay then.”

“What’s wrong with my dress?” It hit her mid-thigh and clung to her curves. She looked good in it.

He ignored her.

“You’re going to see things tonight that will make you want to scream, but you must remain calm and quiet. Mortals who overreact die, and they die badly.”

© Lexi C. Foss 2017