Troy reached behind him and opened the door to the closet, pulling me inside with him. He fumbled for a moment before the room was flooded with light. Troy slipped his arms around me from behind, his hands cupping my breasts through my dress. I moaned softly, leaning back against him. I closed my eyes as he slowly unzipped my dress, letting it fall to my waist. My small breasts fell into his hands.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re easily the most beautiful woman in your entourage. Even more than your friend who you were kissing.”
His lips traveled along my neck and I leaned my head back to give him better access. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants,” I murmured.
Troy turned me to face him. “No. I don’t say things to women that I don’t mean. I think you’re
