“Oh, well, I’ll just go back home and take off my clothes by myself then.” She swiped her tongue over her lips, looking up at him through her lashes. “Your loss, since /I/ wasn’t planning any fun for tonight.”
Tony swallowed hard, watching the way her tongue moved over her lips. His thoughts drifted … “What, no? Maybe I am interested then … come inside,” he stepped aside, waving her in. “So … that shower … ”
She let him gesture her inside, eyes still locked on his face. “Cold,” she said. “Very cold.”