Lucas didn't bother knocking.
He merely shoved Callis' door open hard enough to make it bounce off the wall, letting his anger get the best of him.
"Why the hell—"
But the words died in his throat.
Because Callis was standing in the middle of her room wearing nothing but scraps of black lace. Transparent and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Lucas spun around so fast that he nearly stumbled. "Damn it, Callis."
Callis, on the other hand, merely laughed in a low and throaty manner, completely unbothered by his reaction. "I never thought you had a little modesty in you, Lucas. How refreshing."
He stared at her with his jaw so tight that even his own teeth hurt. "I'm sorry for barging in like that, just put something on."
He started to hear fabric rustling behind him in a very slow manner that infuriated him but only a little.
Is she seriously doing that on purpose? But of course she is, everything Callis does is always so calculated.
