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“Okay.” He rests his forearms on his thighs and turns his head to the side to look at me. His eyes soften, creasing at the corners as I chew on my lower lip.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Would I laugh at you?”
“Um, yes.” I snort and turn away. “Forget it.”
“Mads.”
I bring my eyes back to his. His face is serious.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes. “I can’t fasten any of them.”
“None?” Logan’s brows shoot up.
“God, I wish there was a slipper here right now because I’d beat your ass.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Like what?” I arch a brow at him, challenging him. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes I would never fit into any of his mum’s dresses. She’s tall and slim. And I’m smaller and curvy. Not only did I inherit my mum’s boobs, but I inherited her hips too. I don’t know why I even came in here to try dresses on. Stupid idea.
“Come on, Mads.” Logan smiles, his perfect, straight white teeth flashing as he avoids meeting my eyes. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?” I bait him. I wonder what word he’ll use.A little bigger? Softer?
His eyes flick to my breasts beneath my sweatshirt, and he swallows making his Adam’s apple bob in his neck. “Your curves, they’re too, well, you know.”
“Enlighten me,” I grit.
“They’re…” Logan runs a hand around his jaw. “Sexy,” he says thickly. “Fuckingsexy.”
Heat fires over my cheeks and I gape as he stands.
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow in Milan.” He smiles at me as though he did not just say the words that have set an unwelcome heat blazing a trail though my body.
“I thought you had a meeting here first. You said we were flying after lunch?” My voice comes out normal even though my heart is beating unnaturally fast.
I study his face for any sign of a smirk or cocky remark to tell me he was messing with me. But he’s already walking out of the door.
“I’ll sort it, Mads. Don’t worry. The prince won’t let you go to the ball without a dress.”
“Quit with the prince crap.” I fight the unexpected smile that’s trying to form on my face.
He grins and I stare after him as he leaves.
What the hell was that?
Sexy. Not just sexy.Fuckingsexy.
The usual urge to vomit at the thought of Logan and the word sexy being used in the same sentence doesn’t hit me as it usually would.
But it’s still there. I swear it is.
I wrap my fingers around the edge of the stool centering myself.
I swear it is.
Chapter 12
