He finally gazed at her, his dark eyes smoldering behind his glasses.

"I want to hear you say it."

She could feel the blush creeping up her neck, but she didn't avert her eyes.

"I enjoyed it."

He smiled, slow and predatory, then slid something across the table to her.

It was her underwear.

"Keep it."

She hesitated, but picked up the soft fabric, still slightly damp, and tucked it into her pocket without breaking eye contact.

"Why do you do this?" she whispered.

He ...