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I uncross my legs and lean forward, making eye contact and hardening my gaze.
“Because I said so.”
“What? No. I’m not going to sleep with you because you’ve offered me a trial and fed me!” she snaps, outraged.
Oh, so she does have a little fire in her after all. That I like. I like it a lot. I smirk at her.
“Candy,” I enjoy using her real name. She can’t hide her cringes from me every time I do. I can’t wait to get to the bottom ofthatstory. “It’s so I can measure you up for your uniform. Please.”
“Can’t I just tell you my measurements?”
“You can try. But I guarantee that you have them wrong.”
“What? I do not. They’remymeasurements. I think I know my own size.”
I sigh and decide to humour her. “Go on then. What are they?”
“36-30-36”
“Bra cup?”
“C.”
I scoff at that. “No, you’re not.”
“That’s what I’m wearing,” she insists.
“Yes, and at least seventy percent of women wear the wrong size. Allow me to measure you. Our uniforms have to be the perfect fit to maintain our high standards, but I’ll tell you what...If my measurements match what you’ve just told me, I’ll pay you cash in hand tomorrow night for your trial shift. How does that sound?”
“Deal.” Her eyes flash in triumph. Foolish girl. I do this for a living. I don’t even need the tape measure, I’m that good. Obviously it’ll be required to prove to her that I’m right. I almost feel bad for getting her hopes up.
I rise to my feet and cross to the side table, taking a tape measure from the drawer and returning to her.
“Now, your shirt please?” I prompt.
Her fingers shake as she undoes the buttons and slides the chiffon shirt from her shoulders. It falls gracefully to the floor and she sighs. I nod in approval and point to her skirt. Goosebumps appear all along her arms as she reaches behind her and a second later the sound of the zip lowering fills the space. My eyes never leave her face as she slowly slides the skirt to a puddle at her feet. She doesn’t want to meet my gaze but I don’t allow her to look away. Even without taking my eyes from hers I can tell her figure is breathtaking. She gulps, trembling from head to toe.
“Look at me,” I command when her gaze drops for a second.
It takes a moment, but she eventually manages to drag her eyes back up to meet mine. What’s there makes me smile; her bright blue eyes are blazing, smouldering with undisguised lust. In an instant I’m gripping her chin in my hand. I stare deep into her eyes and she bites her lip nervously.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her on impulse. Her cheeks burn under my praise and her skin heats beneath my touch. She’s looking at me like I’m going to kiss her – like she wants me to – and I do. I really really do want to. But I have to remain professional.
Besides, North will want first dibs on this delectable creature, I’m sure.
“I’m going to measure you now, okay?”
“Y-yes.” She can’t hide her disappointment as she licks her lips and rolls that plump bottom one between her teeth. My dick twitches in response but I do my best to ignore it.
I step forward, run the tape around her back and over her bust, then note down the measurement. Her body is perfect, toned and curvy, and her skin is like velvet when I accidentally brush against her. Fuck. All I want to do is skim my palms over every inch of her, explore every dip and valley with my fingertips, trace her curves with my tongue…
I shake myself.
When I repeat the process under her bust, I have to bend down to read the tape. My face is so close to her chest that the heat from her skin warms my cheek. She smells like jasmine and rose, with a sweet caramelised sugar undertone that has a hint of spice too. It makes me want to taste every inch of her, see if she tastes as heavenly as she smells. Especially between her legs.
I try to remain professional, and I manage in so much as I continue to write down her waist, hips, inseam...when all I want to do is run my lips and my tongue over every inch of exposed skin. I refrain, so I’m taking that as a win, even if my thoughts are decidedly unprofessional.
I skim my hands down her supple legs as I take that final measurement though, noting the way her breath hitches at my touch. Her skin feels like the softest, most luxurious silk, and she trembles slightly under my touch.
