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shoulder brushed his chest.
His very hard chest.
All the heat I felt in my body rushed back to my face.
Stop. I moved on weak legs, my skin feeling clammy. I just need to get
out of this robe, I assured myself, tugging at the neck. That is the only reason
why I am flushed and warm.
Walking to the other end of my studio apartment as I fought the urge to
fan myself, I made myself think about something else.
Dresses. Not Aaron. Not him in a tux. Or his minty breath. Or his chest.
Or any other body part. Not what he said either.
But my head started turning, wanting to look back. At him.
No.
Reaching my wardrobe, I threw the doors open. Rummaging around as I
searched for whatever I owned that would rise to the occasion, I slowly
regained my focus.
I fished the one piece of clothing with the potential to save my ass out of
the depths of my wardrobe, grabbed the pair of heels I reserved for special
events, a couple of accessories, and headed for the bathroom.
On my way, I gave Aaron a sideways glance. He was hovering
somewhere close to the velvety blue sofa, dwarfing it, his gaze on the screen
of his phone. He didn’t even lift his head when I walked in front of him.
Good. Better than him snooping around or flaunting his apparently very
distracting body around.
It had to be the tuxedo. This behavior of mine—this reaction he had
caused in me—wasn’t normal.
“I will … get ready in there,” I said over my shoulder to the man who
seemed to take all the space in my small apartment. “Make yourself at
home.”
Once inside the only walled room in my apartment—the bathroom—I felt
somehow lighter. My skin cooler. It didn’t have a lock, so I simply shut the
door and hung the dress from the shower bar and started with my makeup and
hair.
After what seemed like an eternity—and at the same time, not nearly
enough time—I was finally content with how I looked. The woman who
stared back at me from the full-length wall mirror I had cleverly installed in
the bathroom was wearing a sleeveless floor-length dress. A color somewhere
between onyx and midnight blue. The cut and the fabric were rather simple—