Lust just gaped at him. She finally set down her cake and attempted to brush herself off.

Which only smeared frosting into her robe. She was keenly aware of how hot her face felt, and she knew she was blushing. God, she hated when she did that! But she couldn't help it. Was that really his only answer? Her shoes?

"Why didn't you call? Or knock? Or give any indication you were coming here?!?! I'm not fit to be seen!"

As though that weren't obvious.