Page 71 of Shape Of My Heart
He came closer to her, stepping right into her personal space to give her a better view. “Baby, why does Calvin Klein want me?” He undid the button on his trousers, drawing her eyes there to the start of his boxers with the Calvin Kline logo written across the top. Above that was another tattoo, an image of ablade.
“Because you’re the sexiest manalive.”
“Am I?” He staredather.
“Apparently.” She played with the ends ofherhair.
“Sayswho?”
Shelaughed. “FHM.”
“God.” He shook his head. The guys were going to have a field day with that one and tease him to no end when they found out. “What about you? What do you think?” He smiled at her. It didn’t mean anything until shethoughtit.
“It doesn’t matter what Ithink.”
“It does to me. Does Amy Rose think I’m the sexiest man alive?” He watched her cheeks warm up and turn a soft rosecolor.
“Yes.”
He couldn’t resist the smile that lifted his lips. “Do you want me to dothead?”
“You’re asking me what I want?” Shelaughed.
“Yes. Apparently,” he borrowed her words, “you seem to be the boss of me.” Because his actions hadn’t been his own since he met her. The rules had changed suddenly and no matter what he did he couldn’t get her out ofhishead.
“It’s Calvin Klein, Josh. In my world we don’t usually tell adesignerno.”
“Well, this is my world and it will mean me being in some advert in my boxers or not even that, on a beach, probably near the house with women all over me. So what do you want me todo,baby?”
Her face changed and she seemed a little uneasy as she thought. “It’s an ad. I wouldn’t want you to miss out. But…” She staredathim.
“Butwhat?”
“I think it would make me crazy if there were women all over you.” She bit the inside of hercheek.
“Right, so that’s settled then. I won’t do it.” He nodded. “Comehere.”
“No.” She shook her head and blushed uncontrollably. “I’mworking.”
“It’s nearly nine, you finished hours ago. You’re not at work. This is justusnow.”
“I’m doingovertime.”
“Bull, come here.” He took her hand and pulled her towards him, then lowered to sit on the bench and brought her intohislap.
“Josh, we’re in the changing room. I don’t want people to think we’re up to something.” She rested her hand on hischest.
“Amy, no one cares. You’d be surprised what goes on in thesewalls.”
“That doesn’t mean we should addtoit.”
He looked at her and wondered if maybe she just didn’t like him. Maybe he was forcing this too much and should stop before he pushedheraway.
“What’s wrong with me?” he asked her. He wanted to know what shethought.
Shegiggled.
“Okay I get it, that was the wrong question.” She’d seen him at his worse and the way he’d treated her when they first met wasatrocious.
