Before I know what’s happening, I’m raising my arms for him as he lifts my sweatshirt off and tosses it on the floor. What just happened!?
My heart is thudding; I can feel my pulse in my fingertips. My body is hot, and on top of it all; I’m wet. I can feel it. Thank God I didn’t wear my white yoga pants or he’d definitely be able to tell.
I’m frozen as he reaches for the hem of my t-shirt. No, this isn’t right! But no matter what I keep telling myself, I just stand there and raise my arms again as he pulls my top off.
James smiles as he looks down at my chest. I follow his eyes and realize my nipples are fully hard. He reaches out with his strong hands and grips my waist, then traces my curves up to my breasts. I feel his thumbs against them and suddenly the world whiplashes back into focus and I step away.
“This—this is not professional,” I stammer. My sweatshirt and t-shirt are lying behind him, so I turn and make my way over to the apron and put it on. This was his plan all along, I realize. But for some reason I just continue to go with it. I can feel his eyes on me as I start the burner and set the pan on it.
I’m definitely kidding myself, but I just go about cooking the steak like it’s no big deal, feeling James’ possessive eyes all over me as I do. I wonder what Gina’s doing. I know that if she comes and finds me, it will snap me out of my stupor and I’ll tell her we have to leave…
…which is probably why I’m hoping she doesn’t show up.