Mike stayed still as he tried to register what she had said.

"My hands can't reach." she huffed in annoyance coming to stand in front of him.

Mike eyes which was trained on the door drifted to her face which was scrunched as she struggled with her hands backwards and then they moved to her chest which was barely covered in the sheer lace material.

"Then you probably shouldn't take it off." he cleared his throat snapping his eyes back up to her face.

"Your... you.. are no fun." she hiccuped. Her fingers grazed on the cold metal clips and she grinned triumphantly.

"Got it." Mike didn't wait to watch...