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That was a bit of a curveball, but I knew I could still win. “And what will I get when I win over Gertie?” I asked. I batted my eyes at him and stepped closer. I knew I could win, but throwing a little honey Murphy’s way wouldn't hurt.
“Whatever you want, baby girl.” He squeezed my arm, and his eyes connected with mine. “Whatever you want.” He wove through the racks and displays of clothes and slipped out the front door.
“Whoa, boy,” I whispered. I fanned my face and tried to ignore the deep timber of his voice vibrating through my body.
Jada was not wrong when she said Murphy had a sultry voice. The man could recite the phone book, and I would hang on every word.
I needed to focus on finding Murphy an outfit he would be proud to wear.
Murphy was a gorgeous man who couldn’t look bad in anything he wore. His shirt and jeans were far from his normal white button-down shirts and slacks, but I liked the change.
It was time for Murphy to step out of his comfort zone, and the first thing I needed was the light orange button-down shirt on display, and I would see what I could find from there.
This was going to be fun.
Murphy
“Open up.”
“No,” I grunted.
“Come on,” Tatum whined. “It can’t be that bad.”
It actually wasn’t.
Somehow, Tatum had managed to take lumberjack in the woods and make it something I would actually wear.
The light orange shirt bordered on looking like my typical white button-down shirt, but the material was much lighter. The tag boasted the fabric was great for fishing because it was water-repellant and breathable.
They did not lie.
“They have this shirt in any other colors?” I called.
“You don’t like the orange?” she asked. “I thought it would look nice on you.”
I smoothed my hand down the front and turned to the side. “It’s fine.”
“Murphy,” she whined. “Just let me in.”
I chuckled and reached to open the door, but it busted open before I could touch it.
“I’m coming in,” Tatum announced.
I stepped back and bumped into the wall. “I can see that, baby girl. I was coming out.”
She looked me up and down, and a slick smile spread across her lips. “Wow,” she whispered. She twirled her finger in the air. “Spin. I want to see the pants.”
The pants weren’t anything special. She must have found them on the rack with all of the other jeans, but I would wear them. I didn’t want to admit it to Tatum, but anything was better than wearing Gravel and King’s old clothes.
I turned slowly, and she gulped loudly. “Everything okay back there?” I asked.
“Better than ever,” she whispered. “You’ve worked out a bit the past five years, Murphy.”
I glanced at her over my shoulder, and her eyes were pointed directly at my ass. “I don’t really have time to hit the gym regularly.”
“Your butt would disagree.”
Apparently, the jeans were on the snug side and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
