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“Nora, you okay in there?” SJ asks with a soft knock at the door.
Okay? Physically? Yes. Mentally? No. I don’t think I will ever recover from this. It’ll haunt my dreams from now until eternity.
“Yep! Just peachy! Give me five to get dressed, and we can grab some food, like you talked about.”
There. I can act normal. No need to rehash this. I’ll apologize for eavesdropping at dinner.
I promise to never do it again. I learned my lesson, Lord, and we’ll pretend the nipple debacle never happened.
Friends.
Friends see each other’s nipples by accident all the time. Emily has seen them more times than I can count. We don’t talk about it, so it shouldn’t be a big deal if SJ and I don’t. There, see? I can do this. My mental pep talk lasts until I open the door to the hallway and see SJ.
My mouth dries up as my mind takes a nosedive into the most inappropriate thoughts it can conjure. The wetness pooling between my legs makes it impossible to think about anything other than how fucking scrumptious SJ looks in a button-down collared shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his mid forearm, showing off his strong and corded muscles. His legs are clad in dark blue jeans that hug him in all the right places.
My eyes scroll up his long, bulky body, landing on the playful smirk gracing his perfectly symmetrical face.
A smirk that has my panties practically melting.
Oh, boy.
I’m in trouble.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter 9
SJ
All I wanted to do was poke fun at her for eavesdropping. I heard a small gasp of surprise come from her room through the open door when I called Soph “baby girl.” Then I became suspicious when I didn’t hear her moving around her hotel room. So, I snuck up to the adjoining door and listened.
I could barely hear her breathing just on the other side, but what I didn’t expect to find when I swung the door open was for her to be standing there in a towel.
Practically fucking naked.
My heart leaped into my throat at how sexy she looked. Long, toned bare legs and raven hair dripping across her shoulders and collarbone down to her breasts. It took every bit of willpower I had to not glance down at them.
When her fucking towel dropped… Fuck.
My eyes couldn’t avoid the perfect little palmful of soft brown skin, her nipples a delicious dusty rose. It was all too much and yet not nearly enough.
I turned so hard and fast that my shoulder jammed into the door frame, and I stumbled just trying to reel us back into a safe zone. ‘Cause where my thoughts went when I saw the slip?
Not at all in the fucking safe zone.
When she steps out into the hallway in a short flowy romper, she looks casual and comfortable, but something about her long, toned legs being on display has my cock paying attention.
I clear my throat and gesture for her to lead the way down the long hallway to the elevator. It’s quiet at first, neither one of us with a clue how to navigate the sudden awkwardness. I don’t want this to change anything. This week has been great.
Nora is fun and outspoken. She’s playful when she can be and serious when she needs to be. It’s inspiring to watch how hard she works at her craft. The way her body defies gravity. It’s mind blowing and sexy as hell.
The first few days with new clients can be weird and stiff. I’ve had a few where we clicked right from the start, like Addy Shaw and Sophia, but nothing has felt as natural as it does with Nora.
It’s been a complete mind fuck, if I’m honest with myself. She’s disarming, charming, sweet, and sassy. She’s addicting, and it freaks me out. Nora is a client, and my responsibility is to protect her. I can’t do that if I’m thinking with my dick and not my head.
That means the wardrobe malfunction needs to be settled here and now. We need to clear the air. I don’t need her avoiding me or acting weird, and I need my head put back on straight.
We step into the empty elevator, and as the doors close, I turn to look at her.
