My heart skipped several beats. I found myself trying to force air into my lungs. The man had just turned me into putty.
“That’s not a very funny joke,” I frowned.
He walked over to me and we now stood inches from each other. I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. His cologne wrapped around me like a blanket. I inhaled sharply basking in the heavenly aroma.
“If I didn’t find you attractive...” He took another step closer towards me. Our bodies now touching. He lifted my chin slowly sending electrifying shocks throughout my body.
“Do you think I would have gone so far to have dinner with you?” he continued huskily.
My words were trapped in my throat. Even if I could have said words, I don’t think they would have been very loud. I was shell-shocked. How could a man as incredibly sexy as Zane find my body the ideal type? Didn’t all rich guys like supermodel type women?
My cheeks burned from my sudden shyness. His words shouldn’t have affected me, but they did. I felt like a little schoolgirl whose crush had just acknowledged her.