I didn’t know what was going on with me, but Mr. Sexy made me want to do things that were far from professional. Opening my hand, I slid my palm over his snug buttoned shirt hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“Deborah,” he said and I jerked my hand away, “might be easier if you unbuttoned the jacket.”
Nodding, stunned over what was happening, I unbuttoned the single thick plastic button he used to close the jacket. I breathed him in deeply, his scent made me think of an herb garden, fresh and clean but with a hint of spice. Before I could muster my courage again, he took my hand and placed it on his chest.
Ignoring his intense gaze, my hand traveled up the smooth fabric of his shirt and towards his shoulder. The heat of his skin came through the material and as my hand slid down over the flexed muscle of his pecs, it was even easier to imagine him without the shirt. Moving my hand down further I explored the hard terrain of his abs until Sara’s high pitched giggle brought me back to reality.
The last thing I wanted was for someone to catch me feeling up a customer. Even if I was pretty sure no one would blame me once they saw Mr. Sexy.
“I—I’m sorry about that,” I stammered as I looked away and stepped back from him.
“Don’t be, I enjoyed that,” he said with that same crooked smile he gave me the day before.
Out of nervous habit I reached up to push my hair out of my eyes, but found it still secured in place. It was official, while he was Mr. Sexy, I was Miss Idiot. I really needed to get a hold of myself. Normally I kept my cool around gorgeous men, was I that out of practice?
“I’ll take care of your inseam now.”
“Deborah…” He breathed my name and I gulped at the air as my heart beat even faster.
I looked up into his eyes again, the flecks of green flashed from the store lights. My throat felt dry, like every ounce of fluid now came out of the palms of my hands which trembled by my sides. I really needed to get a grip of myself and calm down.
“Yes?” I said, once again using the only word I could say.
“Why did you change your hair? It was already beautiful before.”
Closing the distance between us, he gently began sliding the bobby pins from my hair, loosening my braid. As my hair fell and brushed my cheek, I breathed in his scent again and enjoyed the heat coming off his body. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his if my life depended on it. Entranced, I didn’t even realize his lips drew closer to mine.
His soft yet firm lips made my head swim. I parted my lips, waiting for more, wanting more, when the gentle ding of the overhead speaker sounded.
“Oh!” I stepped back from him suddenly aware of where we were as my legs felt like jelly. Heat creeped across my cheeks again as he gave me that knowing grin. “Your inseam. I have to measure your inseam,” I whispered. Shit! What’s wrong with me?
“Say my name,” he commanded.
My brow wrinkled. There was no way I was going to call him Mr. Sexy to his face. He must have meant his real name and I’d remember if he gave it to me.
“Mr…” Sexy, I thought. “I don’t think you told me what your name is.”
“You really don’t recognize me?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Should I?”
A hearty laugh escaped his throat and his eyes seemed to soften even more. “No, its actually a relief. I’m pretty well known in Canyon Cove. Wealthy businessman and all that.”
I shrugged. I really could care less. Mr. Sexy would still be Mr. Sexy even if he didn’t have two nickels to rub together. Besides, he was in Hargrove’s buying an expensive suit. What else could he be besides a wealthy businessman?
“I guess I don’t keep on top of that kind of stuff. Its never really interested me,” I said as I pinned my hair back again and grabbed my measuring tape.
“Its Will.”
“What will?” I asked as I knelt in front of him, trying to get my mind back on my job.
“My name,” he said then laughed. “It’s Will. Call me Will.”
Embarrassed, I only nodded. I couldn’t believe how much of an affect this man, Mr. Sexy Will was having over me. Happy to not stand on my jelly legs anymore, I slowly brought the tape up his inseam to his crotch.
The pants had a flat front and were a touch too tight, enough that I could see the outline of his… Wait, that’s an erection! Doug had been the last man I had been with over two years ago, but I knew a hard-on when I saw it. Was Will teasing me?
Slowly letting my eyes travel up his body, they met with his. The playful twinkle in his eye combined with his knowing smile were enough to tell me he meant for me to see it.
I didn’t say anything, just made notes of the length of the pants and marked the cuffs where they needed to be hemmed. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was right there! And my eyes kept moving back up to the front of his pants.