Chapter 11

"I don't want more things." She said as she looked up to his face. She didn't want him to buy her anything more. She wanted him to know that.

"Do you know how to sew?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, why?" she asked.

"Because if you don't remove your clothing in five seconds, the shirt will have no buttons left on it." He growled as he looked at her, still standing there, not moving. She reached up to the top button that was still buttoned, and undid it, then she moved one down, another, and another until her shirt hung open. He looked at her fine soft skin and then pushed the offending garment to the floor. He looked at her standing there in her perfect glory without a shirt on, but he still saw too much fabric, and she was teasing him now. He liked it more than he wanted too.