I looked back towards suits and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Mr. Sexy in the flesh! Well in a suit, but underneath… Get a grip Deborah!
My eyes caressed his broad shoulders down the taper of his back until they stopped at a small hand on his bicep. Oh hell no! As I quickly made my way over, my shoes clicking ‘that bitch’ with each step, I could hear Sara’s soft voice and it made me even angrier.
“No, I’m sure there isn’t a Deborah Hansen here. But I can help you with whatever you want,” she purred.
“Don’t touch me,” Mr. Sexy growled.
Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could tell by how quickly she stepped back that he meant it.
“The tailor from yesterday. Get. Her. Now,” he said as if he thought she didn’t understand him.
In shock to hear that he was looking for me, I couldn’t speak. Quickly replaying yesterday in my head, I wondered if I did something to make him so stern. Coming up from behind him, I softly reached up and touched Mr. Sexy on his back between his shoulder blades. He turned, his eyes narrowed and his face stern until he recognized me and flashed a smile.
“Just who I’ve been looking for,” he said while his eyes never left mine.
Sara walked away looking briefly defeated and annoyed until another male customer entered the department. She pounced on him like a lion after a gazelle. Happy Sara found someone to busy herself with, I focused my attention on Mr. Sexy.
“You were looking for me?” I asked.
“Yes. I need a new suit and after seeing you handle them yesterday, I knew you were the girl for me.”
He winked as he finished speaking and I grinned back embarrassed that he brought up my dropping the pants. Was he teasing or flirting? I needed to get a grip, he was probably just being nice.
“Sure, right this way,” I finally replied, my voice shaking.
Leading him to the suits, my legs felt like jelly. I couldn’t believe this man made me so nervous. As I took a deep breath, I narrowed my eyes on the suits and convinced myself he was anyone other than Mr. Sexy.
“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”
“How about this one?” He asked as he pulled out my favorite—a two-button navy Tom Ford suit with light blue pin-striping. I admired the tailoring of Tom Ford’s suits, he definitely knew how to dress a man to look sexy, strong, and elegant at the same time.
“I can tell you that you’d look great in it,” I said, immediately stunned by the words that flew out of my mouth.
“I think I’d look better with you beside me.”
My heart did flips in my chest and I paused to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it! He is flirting with me! I carried the suit as we headed towards the fitting area and felt his fingers briefly touch the small of my back, sending a heat throughout my body that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
As I waited for him to change into the suit, I quickly gave myself the once over in the mirror. Pinching my cheeks, I wished I wasn’t so pale but there was nothing I could do about that now. Using a couple of bobby pins, I took the front of my hair and twisted it around into a quick side braid and pinned it away from my face. I needed to get precise measurements for his suit, I didn’t need my hair falling in my face as I did it.
Stepping out of the dressing room, Mr. Sexy already looked perfect. That suit was made for him. His shoulders filled the jacket, making a perfect line across his back. I could already see I’d have to let out the sleeves a little for his large biceps. As I evaluated the suit from a distance, he spotted me. I quickly bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything stupid and I motioned for him to join me at the three-way mirror.
I pulled up a small step stool to check and adjust the shoulders. Smoothing the material over his back, I slowed my hand down enjoying the feel of his body underneath and imagining what it looked and felt like without his clothing.
Accidentally letting out a long lust filled sigh, I looked up at the mirror and saw Mr. Sexy looking back at me. His eyes looked more green than hazel in this light. As I met his gaze, I suddenly felt insecure, like he was undressing me with his eyes, not the other way around. Heat spread over my face and embarrassed, I looked away and stepped back. Forgetting I was on the stool I stumbled and reached out to him to keep from falling.#p#分页标题#e#
“Didn’t realize tailor was such a dangerous position,” he said.
“Oh you wouldn’t believe the dangerous positions I can get myself into.”
His laughter was throaty and deep which made me want him more. My pulse beat loudly in my ears as I marked the sleeves making my way in front of him. Slipping my hand into the front of the buttoned jacket to make sure the jacket had enough space when buttoned, I felt the heat of his body through the dress shirt.