Page 10 of Her Braun
She could only hope that he couldn't smell her arousal.
Thatwould be crazy embarrassing.
And her cheeks were already warm, he had to see the blush.
"Doctor?"
She almost winced at the word and realized that he was still holding the card out to her. "Sorry." She took it from him and tried to come up with an excuse for being as scattered as she was. “It’s the heat in here. It makes me a little..."
Kay let the words fade away. She didn't even know what she wanted to say.
Maybe just 'ugh' or 'shit.' That would be normal, right? Jocular? Does that work?
Gibson took the weight off her shoulders a little when he tapped his finger against the card. "I thought I misheard you when you said Drunk-Tank Pink, but there it is."
She shrugged and looked at the card. "I admit, it wasn't exactly the shade I was looking for, but the name is memorable."
"If you're redecorating the holding cells at Station Four, I guess."
She smiled at that. "No, interior decorating isn't my forte."
"Well, it can't be any worse than plain utilitarian white."
Kay turned the card around and pointed at the swatch. "Really?"
Gibson reached a hand up and scratched at the nape of his neck. "Okay so that color might drive me up a wall. It's a lot of... pink."
She turned it back around to look at it. "Clinically they say that this color is supposed to calm people. Pepto Pink is what they called it when I did my peds rotation."
Kay saw his confusion.
"Pediatrics." She clarified. "I had a rotation in pediatrics."
"Oh?"
He sounded happy at that.
And of course she had to say something to ruin it. "Pediatrics wasn't my thing. I'm just... I'm not exactly the most maternal person out there."
His smile floundered and she wanted to bang her head against a door.
Or the paint chip display. That was closer.
"So if you're not redecorating the drunk tank, what are you looking to paint?"
"Uh..." she felt stupid saying it because really, who painted their bedroom the same color as Pepto Bismal. But why stop being stupid now? "My bedroom."
Before he could react to her, she kept talking explaining why she was there first instead of going to look at the drywall stuff first.
His next few words stunned her into silence "I can explain it all to you, the drywall stuff." He clarified as he folded his arms across his chest.
His words filled her with joy.
The sight of his muscular arms folded across his chest, making his forearms and biceps bulge?
Her mouth went dry, and she had to glance down at her outfit to make sure that he couldn't see that her nipples had tightened under her shirt.
Thank goodness she didn't see anything.
