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"Turn…" he orders, examining me from every angle.
"For Chrissakes, Emmett," I grumble. "Yes or no?"
"Yes. Definitely yes. Look how they cup your ass and oh-so-subtly outline your junk. She'll go nuts!"
I roll my eyes and emit a long-suffering groan. "So we're done here?"
"Not quite. Untuck the shirt."
"What? Why?"
"Hey." He gestures along his body, from head to toe. "I know what I'm talking about, okay?"
I grudgingly pull my shirt out, remembering how Bella took care of this on our first date.
"Now?" I plead, raising my fingertips to the ceiling.
"Yeah. That'll do."
A/N: Hello, Understatement of the Century. Okay, Edward is READY TO GO! Next stop, Clyde's...tomorrow. XXX ~BOH