Roman's expression brightened the moment he spotted Violet approaching, watching her every step like a predator assessing its prey.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," he teased.
Violet, however, wasn't smiling. Without hesitation, she tossed a shirt at his face. "Put that on."
Roman caught it with one hand, his brow arching in question. He lifted the fabric to his nose, sniffing. "Whose shirt is this?"
He could not catch a scent. If anything, it smelled old.
"Doesn't matter," Violet said icily. "Just wear it, or we're not having this conversation."
Roman played idly with the fabric."Why?" His voice dipped into something teasing as he let his eyes slowly rake over her, knowing exactly how to get under her skin. "You don't like what you see?" He gestured toward his bare torso.
Refusing to lower her gaze, Violet kept her expression steeled. "Put. It. On."
