Page 10 of What If We Do

“You know, I’m not sure, so why don’t you just tell me again?”

My smile widens at his request. “I think you’re amazing, Oliver. And I’m super grateful you were willing to even consider doing this with me today. Ledger said I wouldn’t be disappointed and so far, he was right.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbles from behind the dressing room door.

“No, I’m serious. Ledger is a very big Oliver Magallan fan. He had nothing but great things to say about you and if I’m being honest, I think you’re—”

He swings his door open and raises a speculative brow at me. “Really?” he says with a smirk. “You thought this would be a good idea?”

“Holy fucking shit.”

Yep. I totally said those words aloud just now.

As my jaw drops to my lap.

I can’t stop staring.

Am I drooling?

I might be drooling.

I can’t believe he even tried it on.

But there he is.

In the flesh.

Nothing but a loin cloth.

He is one fiiiiine ass—

“You know you’re talking out loud, right?” Oliver pulls me from what I thought were my private thoughts. “I can hear every word you’re saying and thank you for complimenting my ass.”

“Wha-what?” I blink rapidly, trying to regain focus. “Sorry, your uh…your loin bulge has me a bit captivated.”

“Another compliment.” He chuckles. “I’ll take it.”

“Uh huh…”

“You know, my eyes are up here, Sweetheart,” he finally says with a knowing glint in his eye.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

“I mean…” I shake my head, fanning my face because DAY-UM! “You would definitely turn some heads in that outfit, Oliver. I’m just saying. If you wanted to grab a woman tonight you would be—”

“I don’t need to be grabbing anyone but you tonight, Scarlett. I’m your plus one, remember?”

I scoff out a laugh. “Honey, you can grab me all night long if you’ll promise to wear that.”

“Hmm.” He smirks. “Almost worth it.”

Are we flirting?

Is he flirting?

I think I’m flirting.

That’s okay, right?

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