“What are you doing here, Knox?” I ask. “This is the women's room.”
"Which I made sure would be out of bounds for a while.”
Of course he did. Probably bribed someone important. I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the way his shirt clings to his torso, hinting at the tattoos that snake down his arms.
"Are you stalking me now?” I say.
He chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "You look ravishing in that dress. I wanted to see it up close."
"You've seen it. Now leave."
Pushing off the door, he strides toward me.
Instinctively, I take a step back. Then another. Until the cold, tiled wall presses against my back.
"Leave, Knox."
He stops mere inches away, his breath warm against my skin.
"You know what would make the dress even better, Kitten? Seeing it raised and sitting atop your pretty
