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to meet his own. Brown eyes puddle with liquid defiance. He feels her shiver and suddenly remembers he's assaulting her in the cold. Remembers how she's dressed. Fishnet stockings clinging to her legs like a second skin. Tight, satin shorts cupping her rounded bottom and making him long to mold his fingers to her curves. A pink bustier top with it's black lace edging thrusting her small breasts upward, putting them on display. Jo grits her teeth, preparing for the lecture. Preparing to have to defend herself to Dean one more time. But she's startled by the desire pooling in his eyes. They're a deep, dark shade of green that flickers with possession as he stares down at her tiny costume. She'd only been waiting tables, but that doesn't matter now. She might as