She felt his hand suddenly grip the fabric of her suit at the shoulder, his fingers grazing the skin of her neck as he yanked her toward him. She gasped, spinning around until their eyes met. His gaze, however, flickered instantly to her chest, watching the way the sudden movement made the fabric of her blouse pull taut against her breasts.
'Tch, curse that bra.' He felt a flicker of genuine irritation. The padding was thick enough to mask any detail, denying him even the slightest hint of a silhouette or the curve of a nipple against the latex-blend material of her outfit.
His expression shifted, his eyes widening as he looked back to her face—making her wonder if he truly hadn't known. Though he was taken aback, it was by the disappointment of not seeing those two hidden "cherries"—though she interpreted his shock as innocence.
