"Not many people have legs that can rival yours," Andrew admitted, gaze trailing down. "But as it happens, I know one. Lauren Rhodes—the Rhodes family's eldest daughter. Her legs are… something else."

Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "I've heard of her. But you're talking like you've seen them for yourself."

Andrew smirked. "Oh, I haven't just seen them. I've felt them."

Their back-and-forth continued as Chantelle's layers disappeared one by one until she stood in only her undergarments. She took a deep breath, wanting desperately to disappear.

After all, it was the final layer, and her private parts would be exposed.

Andrew's voice cut in, calm as ever. "If I may suggest… start with the top."

Chantelle glared. "Why?"

He replied evenly, "Because if I'm not impressed, I might not ask for anything more."

Surprisingly, that made some kind of warped sense. If this shameless man found her average, maybe—just maybe—she would not have to bare it all.

Chantelle took a breath, bit