Page 80 of Play Me
She scoots back like it’s a pile of poison with the ability to reach out and bite her. The color in her face drains. Her fingers lose their grip on her shirt, and it falls against her again. She squeals, pulling it away from her skin.
It’s fucking adorable.
“Can I get rabies from this?” she asks.
“No, you cannot get rabies from this.” I twist my lips together, but the laughter comes anyway. “You’ll be fine.”
She hops up and backward, putting more distance between herself and the small pile of shit. “Seriously? I might throw up.”
“Hey, at least it’s not dysentery,” I joke.
“This isn’t funny, jackass.”
I clear my throat, trying to be serious. “You’re right. We’ll head back to the house, and you can get cleaned up.”
“I can’t wait that long. I have …poopon me.” She shivers. “What am I going to do?” she whines. “If I had a sports bra on, I’d just take my shirt off.”
“Not a bad idea.”
She cocks her head to the side and glares at me.
“Hey, leave it on and risk rabies,” I say, holding my hands at my chest. “It’s up to you.”
“Remember when I said I hated you less? I didn’t mean it.”
I grin smugly at her as I reach for the hem of my T-shirt. “I’m pretty sure you clarified that then.”
Her eyes drop to my waist. It feels like trails of lava are left on my skin as she drags her gaze up my body along with my shirt.Over my abs, up my torso, and across my shoulders. Her lips are parted when I ball it in my hands and smirk at her.
“Take your shirt off and you can wear mine,” I say, holding it out to her.
She swallows. “Then what are you going to wear?”
“Are you offended by me being shirtless?”
She rolls her eyes but takes my offering without touching me. “Turn around.”
Sure. Take the fun out of it.I twist on my heel.Taking the fun out of things really is her forte.
I watch the afternoon sun shine through the trees, casting shadows on the forest floor—and try to forget that Astrid is topless just feet behind me. I’m only a man, after all. One who just realized today that his assistant is fucking hot.
“Okay,” she says. “You can turn around.”
I do and find her shirtand brahanging off her fingers. My tee is tied in a knot at her belly button, the fabric drawn to her middle, showcasing the natural shape of her tits. They’re rounded and hang in a sexy drop. Her nipples strain against the cotton.
Thank God I wore gray and not black today.
“Don’t make this weird,” she says, trudging by me to the side-by-side.
“There’s not a damn thing weird about this.”
“You’re making it weird.”
I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling and climb into the seat beside her. She places a hand over her chest and lifts a brow at me.
“Try not to Indy 500 it back to the house, please,” she says. “As you’re well aware, I don’t have a bra on.”
“Who said I was aware of that?”
