“Oh, that dress is not nearly short enough,” Daniel said, his eyes traveling up and down my body.

I glared at him and placed my hands on my hips.

We were in my apartment. Daniel looked distracting in a long black dress shirt and dark jeans. But he was frowning at the black dress that I usually wore for parties. I didn’t know what he was talking about saying that it wasn’t short enough. The dress went to my upper thigh and if I bent down ...