As soon as the server left to fill our drink orders, I lowered my menu and cocked a brow at Grace. “I believe you have a task to complete, Ms. Copeland.” Her lips trembled and she nodded. I expected her to slip out of the booth and head to the bathroom, but instead, she shimmied a bit lower in her seat and flipped up her dress, working so quickly I could barely see her hands move. After a moment, she drew out a swatch of purple lace—a darker shade than the day before—and fashioned it into a triangle. Before I could fully process what she was doing, she’d whipped out the pocket square from my suit jacket and slipped the panties inside, fluffing the material until it looked like it had been made for that purpose. “You caused me to be so hot and bothered,” she murmured close to my ear. “Only fair you should be reminded as often as I am.” Reminded? Hell, the heat from that square of fabric was branding a tattoo on my skin straight through my clothes.
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