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bags.”
    “That seems unfair.” We both turned toward the sound of screaming as some female customers noticed Alex.
    “Excuse me while I handle this,” Shane apologized. Swiftly, he got up and dispersed the crowd efficiently. Alex signed a few autographs before it was suggested that the assistants close the shop for half an hour so he could try his suits on in peace.
    “Wow, that was impressive.” I nudged Shane when he sat back down twenty minutes later.
    “It might be a good idea to call Gucci and Armani now to warn them to close the shop in preparation for Alex. I expect that the paparazzi will have arrived by the time we step back outside.” The paparazzi? Crap!
    Quickly, I made the calls that Shane had suggested, pleased that the shops were more than happy to close off parts of their store for Alex.
    “You’re really good at this stuff. I had no clue that a shopping trip would be this crazy.”
    “It’s practice. I’ve been head of his security for a long time now.”
    “He’s lucky to have you, Shane,” I mused, watching Alex strut out in a blue plaid suit and white shirt. He looked so clean cut. Not the rough rocker that I’d been getting to know over the last few weeks.
    “What do you think? Is blue my color?”
    “You look great, Alex,” I replied, still a little stunned.
    “Just great?” he pouted. “Take a closer look.” He spun around slowly.
    “I think you look really hot, Alex,” one of the assistants giggled, a little too excited. He didn’t respond. Once he’d done a full circle, his piercing blue eyes found mine.
    “Well?” he asked again.
    “You look very handsome. Blue is definitely your color,” I grinned, standing up. “I’d get them to bring it in on the shoulders, though. It’ll look better with a snugger fit.”
    “I can measure you!” one of the women pleaded, waving her measuring tape in the air.
    “I’d rather Natasha do it, if you don’t mind,” Alex replied, his eyes not leaving mine. If he was serious, I’d have to touch his shoulders, well-defined chest, and arms. I’d need to remember to breathe if I did this.
    The blonde assistant huffed, but passed the tape over to me. “I thought you’d enjoy all their hands on you,” I muttered, watching him slip his jacket off while I stood up.
    “You thought wrong,” he winked, starting to undo his shirt buttons. Oh no! He didn’t need to take his damn shirt off, too.
    “Why are you taking your shirt off?”
    “For an accurate measurement, of course.”
    “You’re going to get all these ladies hot and bothered.”
    “Maybe that’s my plan.” Sighs and gasps came from behind me once he was shirtless, but I was too focused on his body to care. The urge to reach out and stroke his chest was unbelievable.
    “Lift your arms up,” I ordered, needing to get this done as quickly as possible. He obeyed and spread both his arms out. Knowing I’d have to measure his chest first, I wrapped my arms around his back, placing the tape around him at the same time. My nose was almost caressing his chest. Jesus, he smelled good. It was a mixture of a musky body wash and an intoxicating expensive aftershave. Do not lick his tattoos, White! I’d always dreamt of being this close to him, and unlike all my other encounters with him so far, the feel of his skin, the way he smelled…it was better than I had ever imagined.
    “You feel good pressed up against me, Straight Lace,” he whispered against my ear. I gasped, gripping his back to steady myself. “You must feel that, too.” I pulled back quickly. I had the measurement anyway. Then I moved around to his back so he couldn’t see me.
    “You should have let someone else do this. I’m not very good.”
    “No, I like your hands on me.” I only had his arm length left to measure. “You’re very gentle,” he murmured, his voice dripping with an undertone.
    “Done.” I quickly passed the tape back to the assistant who’d been writing down all the