Cammy shifted uncomfortably in the golf cart, her body restless beside Greg as they cruised back to the mansion. Every bump in the road made her squirm, her agitation growing with each passing second.
By the time they reached the grand estate, her walk was stiff, awkward—so unnatural that Greg couldn't pretend not to notice anymore.
He abruptly halted, tightening his grip on her hand, forcing her to stop as well. His sharp gaze locked onto hers. "What's wrong?" he demanded, his voice low but firm.
Cammy exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not used to walking without underwear, Greg. It's uncomfortable. And airy." Her tone was filled with frustration as she shot him a withering glare.
"This is your fault! Who just tosses someone's panties to the ground—dirty ground—without even thinking? It was so dusty in there."
