54. Self aware

Adriana Jensen

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I frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

”Go and get dressed.”

“I am ready.” I insisted.

His tongue swiped out to wet his bottom lip. “Adriana.” He took a step closer to me. “I don’t know what you are trying to do but you’re definitely not walking around without a top.”

I arched my eyebrows and closed the distance between us, knowing damn well what I was doing. “What is that supposed to mean?” I was putting on a top and a skirt. It just so happened that the top was made with minimal clothing. It was more of a breast cover than anything and I knew exactly what I was getting into when I decided to wear it.

His fingers wrapped around my neck like an accessory. He leaned down and made sure his mouth was close to my ear when he spoke. “What I mean is you’re not going out looking like that, baby.”

I breathed in and out, making him focus on the heavy rise and fall of my chest. Seeing as his eyes were stuck there, my hand found the knot of the top. As I undid it, the material