AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I gulped.
"Stacy? Stacy, are you there?" Dad called repeatedly to get my attention.
"Chest…I mean, yes," I shook my head negatively. "Sorry Ethan, I mean, Dad!"
"Dad?" Ethan raised a brow.
"Ethan?" Dad asked.
I left the office and closed the door behind me.
"Is everything alright? You sound a bit flustered," Dad said.
"I'm okay, I just…" I tried to think about various ways to explain that I had just seen a half-naked man, and the sight refused to leave my eyes.
"You just? Who's Ethan? You're boyfriend? Oh wait, could it be Ethan Sullivan himself?" he asked.
"Goodnight, Dad," I said and hung up the phone.
I took in a deep breath and turned to the door.
"It's okay; he would have put on his clothes by now," I assured myself as I got ready to open the door. To my surprise as the door opened, I found Ethan eating a popsicle and still shirtless.
"What the hell Ethan?" I asked and shielded my eyes.
"You know," he started to say as he took the popsicle out of his mouth and pointed it at me. "I've been flirting and teasing you verbally about all these things. I started to wonder if you actually see me as a man. But to see you flustered like this is something else."
He started to walk toward me; all I could do was take a couple of steps back until my back touched the door. Sometimes, I forgot how tall he was. He towered over me, and I could detect the faint smell of sweat on his body. For some odd reason, it felt nice to my nostrils.
Am I being weird?
His scent turned me on. That and the very sight of his built body overshadowing me.
"I'm not flustered," I replied, my voice cracked halfway, completely doing the opposite of my statement.
"Hmm," he hummed gently as a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
He held my chin and lifted my head to force me stare into his eyes because I kept looking away.
"Ethan," I whispered in a plea, my hands touched his chest to put a bit of distance between us, but it didn't work.
Rather than pushing him away, I unconsciously started to move my hands, fascinated by how hard his body was. I had touched a lot of bodies and as a gynecologist–that meant mostly female bodies. His body was rigid and well-toned. The bump that his abs provided against my fingers was therapeutic in a way that surprised me.
"You're getting into this, aren't you?" he asked, obviously amused by my fascination with his body. "Maybe I should just remain shirtless all the time just to get you to touch me."
Say something.
My mouth refused to say anything, and he seemed to be enjoying the moment. He pushed strands of my hair behind my ear and grinned.
Not good. He's going to hear my heart.
He stopped.
"That was fun," he said as he let go of me and went to his desk, picked up a towel, and started wiping his sweat off.
What's this?
I placed my hand on my chest and it was like heart palpitations. I had never experienced anything like this before. Okay maybe once, but that was with my first boyfriend years ago. Then he cheated on me and dumped me. I guess I unconsciously closed my heart after that.
