"Babe, you are not wearing that," Troy says, hands on his hips and his face set with determination.
I look down at the dress and heels I'm wearing to dinner with Tessa and Cassidy tonight. I swing my eyes back to Troy. "What's wrong with this outfit?"
He smirks, a boyish glint in his beautiful eyes. "You really want me to tell you?" He asks.
"No," I respond sarcastically. "I enjoy being ignorant when it comes to your opinion of my clothing."
His face turns blank as he shakes his head. "You should change. I'm not exactly comfortable with other men staring at the curves and mile-long legs of my woman."
I scoff. "Oh, please. I highly doubt they'll be staring at my legs, no matter how long they may be. I happen to think my outfit is very appropriate for my dinner tonight. T
