“Will, how about you lend me a shirt and a belt?” Simone went in search of him, after checking the outfits she had in the guest room, and none of which seemed fitting for a business setting.
“The closet is all yours,” he said, even as he scrolled through the emails on his phone.
“Oh hell no!” She cried out.
His gaze focused on her at once, and she could see how puzzled he was. What was there to be confused about? She thought it was plenty clear what her objection was about.
“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“What do you mean the closet is all yours? What if I put on your favorite shirt, only to ruin it later on?” Her hand came to rest above her hip in a demanding manner as she said so.
“It’s just a shirt. I can buy more,” he deadpanned, shaking his head at her, as if
