He raised his eyebrows, indicating he hadn’t missed the acerbity, then raked her body from top to toe with his gaze.

“You might want to run a comb through your hair,” he said, the words dripping with disdain. “Maybe reapply your lipstick while you’re at it. Oh, and I’m sure you’d like to adjust your skirt and button your blouse before we get there as well.”

Bastard.

She scooted back to her end of the seat and quickly straightened her skirt and fumblingly ...