Chapter 21

Scarlett’s POV

“Well, are you dressed?” He asks me. I look down at myself. Obviously, I’m not naked, so his question is simply asking if I feel comfortable enough in what I’m wearing.

“Where are we going?” I inquire of him, noting he’s dressed to be out of the hotel room; otherwise, he wouldn’t wear shoes.

“Anywhere you want. It seems ops didn’t follow us here, so we’re free to roam the city. By that, I mean only select places and under my supervision only. So…” he leans on a cabinet by the wall, which is contained some books that no one most probably ever reads. “…are you dressed?

Can he get any more alluring? His heavily built frame relaxed on a surface doesn’t seem a legal sight to see. They say men are moved by what they see, while women, what they feel. Why, then, do I get a little slippery underneath and twitch a little down there when I look at him poised in this manner? And why do I feel like his touches would more than just ‘arouse’ me if a gl