I think I smell a lawsuit.
“Milly, I just…”
“…can’t stand that color on you.” His fingers toyed with her collar. “Take it off.”
Milly blinked, and blinked again. She must have heard him wrong. Slayde Huntington IV had a reputation for boning everything that moved, but surely he wouldn’t hump her. Perhaps he truly couldn’t abide this particular tasteful shade of navy. “Pardon?”
The corners of his mouth twisted up. “I think you heard me, sweetheart.”
What will Milly tell him? Will she prove to be a strong, confident woman? Will she melt into a puddle? Isn’t Slayde Huntington IV a bit of a cad?