A gold chain? Around her hips? Oh, he wanted to  rip it off  with his teeth. He grinded his jaw together to keep his mouth closed. She was walking in front of him, and the recoil from her curves was as delightful as a five services meal composed of chocolate-dripping dessert only. And gosh darn it! He was raised better than that! But she had unknowingly pushed him to the brink and that morning, he’d been so tempted to make a move on her. But he had instinctively known that if he moved too fast, she’d backed out in a corner and probably never come out of it ever again, even if he begged. The man power his inactivity had required should get him sanctified. 