Theo fingered it. “If you can’t stand the heat, don’t tickle the dragon?”
I shrugged. “I like dragons.”
“Uh huh.” His mouth curled in a grin. “Show me more.”
So I displayed the bathrobe I’d picked out at Victoria’s Secret. Theo admired my taste, but I was still cool to him, and he regarded me curiously.
“Excuse us a minute, guys.” He pushed me into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. “Okay, Wills, what’s got your shorts in a twist? I thought you were okay with my profession.”