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still absorbed with the task of scrutinizing the overpriced dresses in the adjacent department. Gusting a relieved breath, Marissa pointed her finger at Trig. “Stop being so naughty.”
    “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
    Oh God. Wisely deciding to get out of there before he provided another demonstration of his incorrigible wickedness, she made fast tracks for the fitting rooms and locked herself inside the nearest cubicle. She plunked her purse and coat on the small bench and secured the dress’s hanger on the available peg before wrestling out of her boots and unsnapping her jeans. She caught her reflection in the mirrors and reflexively sucked in her gut. Nothing like having your muffin top broadcasted to you in triplicate.
    Grimacing, she wiggled out of her pants and yanked her sweater over her head before surveying her plain cotton bra and panties. Like there was any chance in hell she’d have invited Trig in here while she was wearing those. Even if she was decked head to toe in Victoria’s Secret, being half naked with him in a confined space was a whole heap of trouble waiting to happen.
    Mm, but at least it would have been sexy trouble. Turning sideways, she glanced at her reflection and slowly slipped her bra straps down, imagining Trig performing the act. Her skin flushed and goose-pebbled as the fantasy took shape. He’d run his fingertips along her arms and the outer swell of her breasts, tormenting her until she was too weak-kneed to support her own weight. Being ever the gentleman, he’d steady her by pulling her snug to him, ensuring that the firm, hard pressure of his cock nudged against the small of her back. Next he’d cup his hands around her breasts before deftly flicking the hook and eye closure open and peeling the garment aside, enabling him to pinch her nipples ever so lightly.
    Shivering, she dropped her hands from her breasts before she supplied some epically embarrassing footage for the person manning the fitting room security cameras. She hastily pulled the dress on and scanned her image in the mirrors. Definitely not cut low enough for Jane’s tastes, but surely the sassy little side leg slit redeemed the outfit somewhat. Plus it was well under her budget, so double bonus. After returning the dress to its hanger, she changed back into her clothes and abandoned her claustrophobic cubicle. Now to pay up and vamoose out of there before Trig attempted to seduce her out of her panties.
    He was waiting for her outside of the fitting rooms, of course. His smoky gaze once again swept her in that way that brought delicious tingles to her skin. “How did it look?”
    “Good, I think.”
    “Shoulda invited me in for a second opinion.”
    “Right, and we know how that would have ended.” Blushing, she averted her gaze from Trig’s sparkling one.
    “Ah, been thinking about it, have we?”
    “No.”
    “Liar.” He leaned down so he could whisper in her ear. “Bet those mirrors in there gave you some interesting ideas.”
    Recalling the naughty scenario that’d run through her mind moments ago, she cleared her throat. “The only idea they gave me is that I should probably cut back on the Krispy Kremes.”
    “Nah, I prefer a woman with some luscious curves.” Trig’s focus dipped to the front of her sweater and lingered there like a physical caress. “And, baby, you’ve got 'em in spades.”
    It wasn’t the first time a man blatantly checked out the girls before, but Trig managed to do it in a way that didn’t leave her feeling like she needed to shower with a Brillo pad. Still, there was no denying the appreciative glint in his eyes, and that definitely wasn’t something she should encourage.
    No matter how badly she wanted to.
    Relief zip-lined through her when she spotted Jane hustling in their direction. At least Trig would have to be on a semblance of good behavior with his sister in close proximity.
    Jane hauled short next to Marissa. “You about ready to buy that frumpy