Draco’s gaze wandered down Millicent’s body until it rested on her white, innocent looking, cotton knickers. For some reason, on her at least, Draco found that far sexier then skimpy French lingerie. He kept his gaze there until he felt himself stirring in his boxers.
He looked away. He didn’t want to escalate things so fast. Or, if he did, he wasn’t about to be the one to show that she had gotten to him and not vice versa.
Millicent seemed to want to escalate. The hands at his collar were intoxicating with their gentleness. Draco smiled at her. “You offering to button my shirt for me?” he asked, his words just a tiny bit breathy.
For now, he ignored her question. There was no answer that would strengthen his position.