She shrugged and smiled. "You could be my customer." And that was all she said. She had enough of men using her for their own personal gain or enjoyment in her life; she was doing this for Emmett because she chose to. Because she loved him. And because he made her feel beautiful... he didn't tease the way Edward did, he didn't condescend the way Carlisle had before. He accepted and loved her.
Rosalie noticed her husband's hands clenching and put on a fake pout for him. "Poor baby. Does my man want to touch?" She pulled at the top of her outfit until it slid up and over her head, her hair falling back down around her shoulders and leaving her completely nude except for the heels.
She was an expert on stripping -- usually she and Emmett never wasted time on foreplay -- so she wasn't sure what to do next. Knowing her body was perfect helped, though, and Rosalie knelt over until her ass was close to Emmett's face as she toyed with the straps on her heels with one hand while the other ran up one of his thighs.