Roman swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down slowly. "Should I give you some time to dress up properly?" he asked her, clenching his other arm when the urge to touch her face washed over him with great intensity.
"Dress up properly?" Tessy asked him, her eyes wide with mock confusion as she tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance. "Am I naked or something?"
"You are dressed in a towel," Roman pointed out, "a very short and provocative one. Are you trying to seduce me?"
""What are you talking about?" Tessy asked, her voice laced with feigned irritation as she crossed her arms. "I was sitting here, minding my business, receiving and enjoying my foot massage, and then you suddenly walk in saying you wanna talk about something important. Now, out of nowhere, you're asking me to dress properly instead of getting to the point." Her frown deepened, and her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "If you have nothing to say, Roman, then please—just leave me alone."
