Dressing the Part

Avery

I straightened my blouse as Declan zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked as composed as ever, not a hair out of place. How did he do that? I felt like I'd been through a hurricane.

"Ready to go shopping?" he asked casually as if we hadn't just had mind-blowing sex against his office window.

"Now? Can't we go after work?" I asked, trying to tame my hair into something