She looked beautiful.
“What’s the big deal? Adults have accidents, too,” I said as I folded my arms and stared her down. I knew I should probably drop the topic, but I enjoyed watching her squirm. She spent so much time trying to prove to me that she didn’t need help, and yet she was human, just like anyone else.
I liked her needing me.
“I didn’t—” She pinched her lips together as she glared at me. “I know adults can have accidents, but I didn’t.” She waved her hand toward herself.
I let my gaze settle on the stain on the front of her shirt before I brought it up to meet hers. I raised my eyebrows and gave my best “you sure about that?” expression.
“This is from Sam—” She pursed her lips again, like she was just realizing that I was teasing her and that she’d fallen right into the trap. “You know what, I don’t think I need your help anymore.” She started walking toward me like that was all it was going to take for me to leave.
She was going to have to physically throw me out.
“You sure about that?” I asked. She was standing right next to me now. I didn’t budge as I stared down at her. “I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fit into Samuel’s clothes.”
She stared straight ahead. I could see the internal battle taking place before she slowly lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“And you have something I can use?” She raised her eyebrows as if to punctuate her words.
“Maybe.” I gave her a wink.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m all ears.”
I started to shrug off my jacket. Sabrina took a step back, her gaze falling to my chest. I handed my suit coat to her. “Here.”
Once it was out of my hands, I grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled it off in one swift movement. I reveled in the way her cheeks reddened and her eyes widened slightly as her gaze dropped to my bare chest. Then, as if she’d suddenly realized that she had been staring, she flicked her gaze up to meet mine.
I wasn’t shy in letting her know that I’d seen her stare. And I wasn’t shy about letting her know that I’d enjoyed it.
“You can wear this,” I said, handing my t-shirt over to her.
She took a step back. “I can’t. What are you going to wear?”
I wiggled my fingers in the direction of my jacket. “I’ll just wear this.” She looked skeptical but, thankfully, handed it over to me. Once I had it on, I buttoned it and then lifted my arms like I was modeling for her. “See?” I ran my fingers down the edges of the lapels. “Some say my chest is my best feature.” I glanced up at her before giving her a wink.
“Oh, they do?” She paused. “Like they say your favorite breakfast food is croissants and that you drink coffee?”
I feigned hurt before I nodded toward my shirt in her arms. “Put it on.”
She was fiddling with the fabric. I could tell that she was hesitant, but there was no way I was taking the shirt back. She was going to have to put it on.
I sidestepped her and headed over to Samuel. I unbuckled him and lifted him up. With my left arm under his butt, I held his chest steady with my right hand. I started to turn around, but I heard Sabrina gasp, which caused me to freeze.
I knew what she was doing before she even spoke.
“I won’t look,” I said as I clamped my eyes shut. Every bone in my body wanted me to flirt with her, but I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it in this moment, so I stayed silent with my back to her. Seconds ticked by before I heard her sigh.
“You can open your eyes now.”
I peeked through one eye and turned slightly just to make sure that I heard her right. She was standing there with her white blouse in hand. My gaze drifted over my shirt, which she had tucked into her skirt. My heart swelled at the sight.
She looked so damn beautiful in it. And it wasn’t even that it was a good color on her or a good cut. It was the fact that it was mine and she was wearing it. My thoughts turned wicked, which I allowed for a few seconds, before I pushed them from my mind and gave her a flirty smile.
“You look good,” I said, punctuating my words with a wink.
She didn’t look amused. “This won’t happen again,” she said as she stuffed her white shirt into the diaper bag. She zipped the main pocket before turning to face me. “I can promise you this—you won’t ever have to strip down and give me your clothes again.” She blew out her breath. “I’ll be better prepared next time.”
“But I like stripping down,” I said before I winked at her again.
