“If we’re going to argue, we’re going to be naked. Take your clothes off.” She points at me.
“This is crazy. I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Shirt.” She waves her hand at me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”
“I’m waiting.” She crosses her arms under her breasts.
I yank my shirt off over my head.
“I don’t care that you said it out loud. You’re allowed to talk about her.”
“Then why are we fighting?”
“Pants.” She taps her toes on the carpet.
I take a step toward her.
“Oh no you don’t. Lose the pants, mister.”
I flex my jaw then take off my shorts and boxer briefs .
“Oh my.” She swallows hard, staring at me.
“I’m naked, now what?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy ask me what he should do when he saw me naked.” Sarcasm rolls off her.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. This was your idea to argue naked.”
She strolls toward me. “What do you want to do, Jameson, and who do you want to do it with?”
“What do you mean who do I want to do it with?”
She closes the gap until she’s right in front of me. She lifts her arms out to the side. “Who do you see?”
“I see a beautiful, naked woman.” My gaze roams up and down her body.
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