Page 12 of Fish out of Water
But only because I was worried that envelopes would start raining from my boobs. My increased heart rate had nothing to do with the way his dark eyes watched me as he closed in. “Maybe you should go home and get some sleep.”
“I can’t.” He continued my way in a casual stride, tucking one hand into the pocket of the shorts that fit him a little too well. “Not until I find Vito.”
“Like you said, I’m sure he’ll come back soon.” The need to flee ramped up with every inch he gained, but the envelope seemed to slip a little with each breath I took.
Running would definitely not work out, and not just because I was shit at it.
I held my breath, stretching my ribs in an attempt to tighten the grip my bra had on the envelope.
Grant stopped, lifting one dark brow at me. “Something wrong, Banana Pants?”
I shook my head, unwilling to give up the breath, even to fight that stupid nickname he clearly thought was hilarious.
“I’m not sure I believe you.” He came closer, but instead of stopping Grant went past me, slowly making his way around my body.
Like an animal circling his prey.
He freaking knew something.
“What did you take last night, Julia?” His voice was low in my ear as he leaned close.
Closer than my burning lungs could handle.
The breath I was holding hostage burst free, loudly rushing out just as Grant’s hand slapped against my belly, catching the envelope as it dropped, pinning it to my skin through the fabric of my shirt.
I’m not sure what was more shocking. The fact that he was touching me—
Or the fact that he was touching me.
Grant’s fingers spread, palm warm and wide, pressing tight against my body and the thickness of the envelope I might have taken from his uncle’s mailbox.
“What do you have there, Banana Pants?”
“It’s my mail.” I was holding my breath again, but this time it had nothing to do with the envelope.
But it did have everything to do with the slow drag of his fingers as they traced the edges of what I tried to hide. “Feels like an envelope.”
“That’s usually how mail comes.” I should glare at him. Maybe elbow him in the gut and run away.
But again, I’m not really a runner, and Grant looked like he did that shit for fun.
Which was the real reason I was struggling.
Because while Grant was sort of a pain in the ass, he was also what most women would consider a beautiful pain in the ass.
It’s me. I’m most women.
He leaned closer, stealing any thoughts still banging around my brain and sending them straight to the gutter.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Julia, but I’m gonna need to see what’s under your shirt.”
How could I possibly take that the wrong way?
“No, thank you.” Somehow I managed to keep talking and saying words that made me sound way less affected than I was.
Score one for me.
“I—”
