“Now, move, kitty cat. I have a cab waiting downstairs.” He shoves me forward and pats my ass as he ushers me toward the elevator, making me jump that he would smack my butt this way when not fooling around. I widen my eyes at him, torn between reading more into this than I should and letting it go. I’m getting a flirty vibe, and I have no idea if I’m imagining it. If this dress has triggered some horny Arrick tonight, I’m all for working that angle.

Wishful thinking and all ...