If she wasn't bothered by her state of undress, why should he be? And worried as he was, he could still appreciate the sight of those beautiful breasts moving freely under the soft chiffon. He was sure if he looked closely, he could see the darker skin of her nipples beneath the cloth. Down boy, he admonished his eager body. This is not the time. He forced himself not to let his gaze drift any lower. "Whom is she having this alleged fantasy with?" Mia demanded. Dylan didn't answer immediately, and Mia had no patience. "Who, damn it? Who?" One finger jabbed him in the chest. Her fingers curled and he had the awful thought that maybe he should protect his dick with more than a toweling robe. A door opened and one of Meryl's friends popped her head out. He stifled a grin as he noted only her head stuck out and the rest of her body stayed firmly behind the door. "Is everything okay? I heard voices." Her eyes were cloudy, and she blinked owlishly. "Fine," Mia snapped. "Sorry, Freya. This" —she glared at Dylan.
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