Samantha giggled. "Yes, I can't wait to find out what he tastes like."
Realizing she'd just said that out loud, she covered her mouth with her free hand.
"Salty with nutty aftertaste," said Miranda with a grin. Samantha's beginning blush bloomed across her face and down her neck.
He just shook his head. As long as Miranda didn't take things too far, he'd let her tease Samantha. The girl was just too cute when she was acting shy. And, with her pale skin, her blush was incredibly obvious.
"What do you think of that one?" he asked, pointing at the manikin with the vest. It felt less formal than a suit, but snazzy enough for a yacht club party.
"Hmm, that look might work for you, but not with a sweater vest. You'll need something sharper. The sweater vest just screams, soft, pampered rich boy," said Samantha.
"I think you're right," said Miranda. "It could be a good look for him, but definitely not a sweater vest."
