Page 14 of Sin With Me

“Ahm, yes. Sorry. Just a little lightheaded. The heat…” I fanned myself.

I was sure it was wrong to lie to a priest, something I’d need to confess later on, but what was I supposed to do? Tell him that I’d been ogling his perfect pecs, biceps, and abs? Not to mention that carved v-line above his pants? But technically, I didn’t lie. I was hot.Veryhot.

Priests should not be allowed to workout.

“I think the AC is fixed.” He grabbed his white t-shirt and pulled it over his head, dressing himself in slow motion.

Damn!That move alone was worth the sweat. His arms stretched above his head, which made his entire muscular torso lift, exposing a little more of that beautiful V-shape, with even more darkhair.

Did hetrim?

“Kate?”

“Ahm, what?”Crap!

“The air conditioning. It’s workingnow.”

“Oh, thankyou.”

It would probably be the first operational unit in town. My gaze skidded to the safety of my desk, away from the hot, half-naked priest. I was so going to burn in hell forthis.

“I was going to start on the papers, but the heat in this room was unbelievable,” he explained.

“Yeah, tell me about it. I sweat like apig.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Shoot me now!“Sorry, that was inappropriate. But don’t worry, I use a lot of deodorant.”

Father Cameron kept still, listening to me like the attentive priest that he was, while I just kept digging my own grave.

“I don’t smell. Really.” I lifted my arm and took a whiff, realizing too late what I’d done. Hey, at least I hadn’t asked him to smellit.

The overpowering heat I’d felt earlier in my crotch had transferred to my face. I must have turned beet-red.

“Kate, it’s okay. You’re nervous, and I get that. A lot of people get nervous around priests. Some even think we can see their sins written on their faces.”

Couldhe?

“No, that’s not true,” he added with a chuckle.

Why was he making it so difficult to concentrate? I felt my brows narrow, then pointed right at him. “You shouldn’t be walking around likethat.”

“Likewhat?”

“All naked.”

“I’m hardly naked.”

“Well, without a shirt. People may get the wrongidea.”

“There are no other people here, Kate. And I’m wearing a shirt.”

Was he toying with me? Wasn’t he aware of how good he looked in a clingy white undershirt that outlined every cut of his muscle? He was sinning and he didn’t even knowit.

“You know what I mean. A man like you should be covered.” I reached for his black shirt and threw it at him. He looked at me amusingly.

“A man likeme?”

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