"I know." Penny took a for moments just to breathe in that wonderful Charlie smell. "I just like fishing for compliments." She laughed into his neck and let her lips just barely brush where his neck turned into his shoulders. "You, however, are old," she teased, suddenly quite aware that she wasn't wearing anything substantial under the thin silk robe. Penelope still planned to change into her costume at some point, but she'd already put on the undergarments she'd bought to go with the outfit. Ridiculous knickers again. Dressing to impress a man wasn't something she was used to, but something about paying way too much for way too little coverage was empowering.
"So I thought you were going to wear a slave outfit and feed me grapes while you fanned me with a giant leaf?" Penny asked. She was almost certain that was a scene straight out of a Stella Fawcett novel.