Page 62 of Mayhem and Minnie

Just like before, Minnie is not at all shy about her nudity. She’s almost intentionally tempting me to feast my eyes on her assets, which to my everlasting shame, I do.

Did it suddenly get too warm in here?

“I can go look for bigger sizes. Do you want this model and color?”

She nods.

“Yes, please. It’s so pretty,” she gushes.

I press my lips together. She might not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but damn if she’s not the cutest. Even to my jaded eyes, she’s too compelling to ignore. So off I go in search of other bra sizes.

The women around give me odd looks as they see me browsing, with one older woman whispering, “He must be one of those perverts.”

I pick out three bigger sizes of the red bra and turn. Putting on my best smile, I look her dead in the eye.

“Not my fault I can wear this better than you, darling,” I say in a high-pitched voice, waving around the red bra. I wink at her and head back to the dressing room. A smile pulls at my lips as I hear the outraged cries of the older ladies in my wake.

God, how I hate people.

“You’re so wicked, Marlowe,” Minnie says with a chuckle.

I shrug.

“If the situation requires it…”

She continues laughing as she proceeds to try on the other sizes.

“So? What’s the verdict?”

“One of them fits!” she exclaims enthusiastically. “Oh my, Marlowe, look!”

She pulls back the curtain and steps out, letting everyone see how well that fucking bra looks on her.

My body is in motion before my brain can catch up.

She’s barely taken one step into the open before I push her back into the cabin and pull the curtain to cover us.

Tension rolls off me in violent waves as I realize that anyone could have seen her. Men and women alike, and for some reason, I take issue with other women seeing her like this, too.

My hands are on her shoulders, my fingers digging into her warm flesh.

It’s bad enough that men go crazy with just one look at her face. They’d probably launch a million ships if they got a glimpse of her body.

Her back hits the mirror as she gazes at me with concern.

“Marlo—”

“I get it that you’re not bothered by your nudity. But I am.”

“W-what do you mean?” Her lip trembles as she whispers. A look of hurt crosses her face. Another thing I don’t seem to like.

“I’m adding another rule to our agreement,” I add in a tight voice. “You may never show your naked body, or naked body parts to anyone.”

Her tongue peeks out and she licks her bottom lip.

The sight is unnerving, and warmth spreads through my body like wildfire.

It’s odd, isn’t it? I’m always hot when I’m in her presence. Me, who’s been cold my entire life.

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