Chapter 117: Out of Their Control
Elias had his fist jammed against his mouth when the thought hit him. He snatched up his pants and dragged the fabric hard across his lap, covering the tender place high on his inner thigh like his life depended on it.
He had nearly blown the whole act just now.
The last time his underwear had flashed by accident, that stupid black pair had been enough to leave him and Giselle on terrible terms. There was no chance he was letting her get another look now.
Giselle's hand paused for only a second. "You don't need to hide it that aggressively. It's not like I didn't already see the black one last time."
Elias went still.
Then he looked at her in disbelief. "Giselle, you've gone bad."
[ . . . ]
Anyone who spent enough time dealing with Elias was bound to pick up something.
