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Oh, God. If you’re up there listening, I’m begging you… Please open up the floor and let it swallow me whole.
I may just die from embarrassment. My tombstone will read: “Here lies Nora. Talented dancer. Loving daughter. Nosy ass who got what she deserved by snooping on her hot bodyguard. RIP Nora and her dignity.”
I straighten in his arms, attempting to right myself without putting my hands anywhere they don’t belong on this man’s gorgeous body. I fail to find suitable placement and give up as I gently push against his chest. His hard pecs meet my palms and tense at the contact.
Oh, hell. God, I know you’re listening. Any time now with that hole!
“Listen, Sophia, I need to call you right back, okay?” SJ’s tone sounds amused rather than angry.
With a bit of confidence that he might not be mad, my eyes trail up to his powerful chest.
Then up, up, and up.
Until they meet his warm, comforting brown eyes. They’re crinkled at the edges, almost like he’s trying to hold in a laugh.
“Okay, SJ! Call me in an hour. I’m going to play with Sawyer!” The little girl demands that call back more than asks, and the call disconnects.
Hmm, that was interesting. Now, who the hell is Sawyer? Is she SJ’s kid? Maybe a niece?
My momentary nosiness distracts me from the fact that I’m still standing in front of the man I’ve been crushing on with a cheap, far-too-small hotel towel hanging on for dear life. I look down just in time to catch the knot I now realize has loosened enough to make the top of the towel slide a few inches down my small, perky breasts.
Dear Lord, I promise to never, ever eavesdrop on another person if you allow me to get out of this with just a little bit of my dignity. Just a little bit? Please?
My prayer goes unanswered when:
Said hole does not miraculously appear and swallow me whole.
SJ continues to stand there, waiting for an explanation, while not one bit deterred by my state of undress.
The towel I thought I had a hold of slips further, and a fucking nipple breaks free.
My little nip-slip is like a slap to the face, jarring me back to life. I gasp and clap my hand over my left breast and turn to make a run for it. SJ must have been just as unfocused as me because he finally breaks his stare, then turns so quickly, he stumbles into the door frame.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see anything, I swear!”
His hand jerks upward to cover his eyes for good measure, even though his back is already to me.
And what do I do?
I run into the bathroom, slam the door shut, and sink down to the floor, laughing hysterically.
That was karma if I’ve ever seen it, and I can’t stop laughing. It’s so deep, my belly hurts from how powerful each laugh is. Tears form in my eyes as I continue, bent over my knees. I try to take in a lungful of air to calm the hysterical, possibly unhinged laughter, but it doesn’t work.
My nipple just popped out and said a brief hello to the man I’ve had numerous inappropriate dreams and thoughts about all week. A man who is too sexy for his own good. A man who hasn’t shown any kind of romantic interest in me.
He’s kind, funny, calming, and not in any way inappropriate. He’s kept our relationship strictly professional, and I just went and did the unthinkable. I groan as the laughter finally subsides, and my embarrassment finds root again.
