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"Sorry about that," Bella mumbles as I open the car door for her.
"No worries," I reassure her. "I'll take it as a compliment."
I should probably avert my eyes as her long left leg reaches for the floor, leaving her open thighs out here, with me. And I definitely shouldn't take advantage of my angle to peruse the creamy flesh spilling over the low-lying neckline of her tank top.
If I had behaved like a gentleman, maybe I wouldn't have had to pause behind my car to adjust myself.
That'll teach me.
"So…who did style you?" she asks curiously.