Lara's POV
"What do you think you are doing, Mr. Blackwell?" Lara asked, her eyes widening as I reached for the hem of my shirt. The reaction amused me more than it should have.
I watched the way her gaze flicked everywhere except where she clearly wanted to look, the faint flush rising along her cheeks betraying her far more than her words ever could. She was tense, flustered, and far too aware of me, and I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy it.
"Can you not tell, Mrs. Blackwell?" I replied lightly, unable to resist the smirk that curved my lips as I pulled the shirt over my head.
Her breath hitched. Just barely.
"You cannot be naked in public," she protested, her voice rising in panic as she turned away, one hand lifting as if to shield her eyes.
I laughed softly, the sound echoing faintly in the open space around us. "Public?" I repeated. "Lara, there is no one here for miles."
That only seemed to make her more flustered.
