C57 His shirt

"Stella's point of view,"

"I want your shirt, Mr. Woods," I spoke authoritatively while looking at him.

"Why?

I haven't even worn my shirt yet, and it's not even dirty. Mrs. Woods, I don't want my gorgeous wife's delicate hands getting dirty doing the laundry."

Oh, God, this man, and his flirtatious conversation. I recently forbade him from flirting with me