“Let me get this straight. You dragged me into the bathroom to tell me you can see my nipples?”
A smirk playing on Andrew’s lips. Paula, standing in front of him with her arms clenched tight, looked half furious, half flustered.
“Not just me,” she hissed. “Everyone can see them. You didn’t notice all the staring?”
“Oh, I noticed,” Andrew said, tilting his head.
Paula exhaled sharply, visibly restraining herself. “This is a work event, Andrew. Jesus. You’re standing in the middle of the room with your tits out like some—some—”
“Some what?” His grin widened.
Her mouth snapped shut. Color flooded her cheeks.
Andrew glanced down at himself, smoothing his hands over the tight dress clinging to his frame. He really had filled out nicely. The borrowed outfit belonged to the chick from HR he switched with—he hadn’t even caught her name. It fit like a glove, hugging every curve but still technically appropriate.
Or maybe not, judging by Paula’s reaction.
“You’re causing a scene, you just got that body” she hissed. “Just put on a bra.”
“Why?” Andrew feigned confusion, tilting his head. “You worried about me, or are you worried about your husband?”
Paula flinched.
“Ohhhh.” Andrew laughed, “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Your man can’t keep his eyes off me.” He tapped a manicured nail against his exposed thigh, amused. “Tsk tsk. You should keep your boy on a leash if you’re gonna let him out in public, Paula.”
Her nostrils flared. For a moment, it looked like she might slap him. Instead, she spun on her heel and stormed out, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
Andrew watched her go, still smirking.
