Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?
I don't know what your damage is, but in case you've failed to notice, we're in a bit of trouble here. Can you focus on something other than trying to get into my pants?" His lips curled. " I can multitask.
What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?