Melissa let his words sink in, wondering herself why she was so self-conscious about what people thought of her clothes.  Like Sam had said, most people would be interested in her, and not what she wore.  "At least you're honest about what you want, which is more than a lot of people are these days," she smiled, letting her slender fingers play over his muscles as he guided her hand to explore further.<br/><br/>"I do like them," she reassured him in turn.  "You must get lots of women after you, with looks like that," she laughed, feeling confident again herself.  Before she could lose her nerve, she turned her back to him, lifting his hand to the clasp that held her bra closed, her other hand still tracing the outline of his muscles.  "I could use a bit of help, if you'd be so kind," she said with a playful note in her voice, her head turned so she could look at him over her shoulder.  She wanted to show him that she trusted him, as well as stay in keeping with the precedent he'd set earlier when he'd let her remove his shirt for him.