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“Turn the fuck around,” I ordered.
“Ouch. Claws. Fine, be a spoilsport.” With a sigh, he slowly turned his back to me. “Just let me know when you need help with that zipper.”
“I got it up by myself, didn’t I?” Dropping the sack on the floor, I reached behind me and fumbled for the zipper’s pull tab. But when I got a hold of it and tugged, nothing budged. “Dammit.”
“The zipper’s stuck, isn’t it?”
“No,” I growled.
He sounded a little too cheerful when he sang, “I think it is.”
Oh my God, I swear, I was going to strangle this man before the night was over. “Will you just get over here and fix it then?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sounding all too pleased by my incensed frustration, he turned around. What was worse, his voice went silken soft when he stepped directly behind me and whispered, “Gladly,” in my ear. It caused my hormones to shudder in uninvited delight, and I most certainly did not want anything about this man to delight me.
But I drew in a sharp breath of surprised pleasure anyway when his fingers softly brushed the base of my neck as he worked to unsnag the cloth of the dress from the relentless teeth of its stupid zipper. When he finally freed it, he took his sweet time dragging it down my bare spine, exposing more of my flesh, one inch at a time.
Realizing I wasn’t wearing a bra and he could probably see the top of my plain, black cotton panties, I reached back and caught his hand in order to stop him, except he’d already lowered the zipper as far as it could go, and I only ended up tangling my fingers with his large, warm ones and causing a shiver to race across my shoulders before he slowly pulled away with a soft, amused hiss of breath.
The front of the dress started to sag down, so I rushed to clutch it to my chest as I glanced up over my shoulder to meet his gaze.
He said nothing, just looked into my eyes with an intensity that caused heat to pool strong and heavy in the pit of my stomach. Flickers of arousal sparked in the most embarrassing places.
Irritated by all the unwanted desire, I made my voice extra brisk and dismissive when I said, “Thank you.”
He blinked once as if jolted out of a trance. Then he finally reacted to my tone by flashing me a snarky smile that was more predatory than solicitous. “Oh no, sweetness. Thank you.”
Rolling my eyes, I twirled my finger. “Okay, stop smirking and turn back around again.”
His smirk only widened. “You sure there isn’t anything else I can help you remove?”
When his gaze moved to my hand I was using to grip the bit of cloth concealing my breasts, I bit out, “I think I got it from here.”
All the while, I prayed he couldn’t tell how hard my nipples were.
Eyes glittering with knowing relish, he merely murmured, “Your loss,” and turned away before sauntering back to the doorway where he negligently rested a shoulder to wait
on me.
I blew out an unsettled breath, then rushed at warp speed to change back into my things.
Once I was finished and pushing my feet into my shoes, I sounded a lot calmer, more professional, and in control of myself again when I said, “Here. Do you think you can hang this back up for—hey!”
My calm fled when I glanced his way and caught the reflection of his face in the vanity mirror of the bathroom that he was facing. At first, I was pissed to think he’d watched me change after all. But then I realized he’d averted his face, lowering it so he couldn’t see me through the mirror.
Raising his eyes now over my question, he murmured, “Hmm?”
When he noticed I was fully clothed, he turned and nodded without a word, taking the dress from my hands so he could hang it for me. I blinked, watching him, shocked he’d been so respectful as to give me my privacy when he easily could’ve watched me without me being aware of it. Huh. I hadn’t expected that from him.
After hooking the dress on its hanger, he squinted at me as if confused by my staring. But then he hitched his chin toward my trash sack. “What about that?”
“What?” I glanced down and cringed. Shit. “I guess I can’t very well carry this out of here now,” I grumbled, kneeling on the floor by the bag and pulling out my purse before setting it aside. “Not after I told your lovely mother I had my clothes in here. I’ll have to stash as much as I can on my person.”
Sighing regretfully, I dumped the rest of the contents on the floor. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to hide it all under my clothes; I’d have to leave some things behind.
Dammit. I’d been so close to getting everything I’d wanted for Miguel, too.
I glanced between my choices, deciding the bottle of soda would be the first thing to give up.
