“Fat chance of that happening,” she whispered with a sigh. After blow-drying her hair and styling it, she dressed in her new clothes, including the skimpy black underwear Reeve had chosen for her. It was obvious he hadn’t been concerned about her comfort when he picked out the darn things. Already, she had a wedgie. Unable to stall any longer, she unlocked the door and peeked her head out. Darn. He was still awake. Skirting past the bed, she went to the chair in the corner of the room and sat down. “That shower felt refreshing,” she said. “You should probably take one.” “I already did, remember?” “Oh, that’s right.” Well, it had been worth a try. She’d thought that while he was in the shower, she could maybe hop into bed, with her clothes on, of course, and pretend to have fallen asleep before he came out. So much for that idea. His eyes were all over her, making her insecurity bubble to the surface like hot lava. But at the same time he made her feel more like a woman than she’d ever felt before.
