And he had just given her a "tip."
"Never," he had growled, "stay alone with a man in such clothing."
Ines blinked, her mind a complete, dazed blank. The shock of the sudden, intimate contact had scattered her thoughts.
"Such... clothings?" she repeated, her voice a confused squeak. Her mind was a blank. She was too close, too hot, too... held. What was he talking about?
She looked down. And she saw what he saw.
She saw her own body, pressed against his dark, severe clothes. She saw the pale blue, whisper-thin silk. She saw the lamplight shining right through it. The light outlined her legs, the curve of her hips, the shadow between her thighs. It illuminated the dark, hard peaks of her breasts, pushing clearly against the delicate fabric. She was, for all intents and purposes, naked.
A wave of screaming mortification, so powerful it almost made her faint, crashed over her.
"Oh!"
It was a small, strangled sound.
