Page 19 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Jesus Christ.

Forcing my mind back to work, I step back and look over the pants, making sure to check the fit and not the bulge in the front.

“How do they feel?” I ask.

“Fine.”

“They look a little loose around the inner thigh and crotch area,” I muse, tapping my finger to my chin.

“Are you saying I have skinny thighs and a small package?”

“What? God, no!” And, of course, my eyes go straight to said package. “I just meant that the pants are slightly oversized in that area, and you need them more fitted, not that you have a small cock—package! I mean, package!”

Holy fuck, someone, please stop me.

My face is on fire, and I’m sweating like a donkey pulling a fat man on a cart.

“Chill.” He laughs once. It’s deep and throaty and sexy as hell. “I’m kidding with you.”

“Oh. Oh, right. Cool.” I take a deep breath, pressing my hand to my chest.

Needing a moment to cool my face down, I turn to the table, get my wrist pincushion, which is already loaded up with pins, and fasten it to my wrist.

I turn back to him, feeling a little more in control, and without looking him in the face, I get down to my knees in front of him, putting me at cock-level.

I’m on my knees in front of Vaughn West. Sure, I’m only pinning his pants, but still…it’s one for the books.

“Okay, so if you could just spread your legs a little for me, that’d be great.”

I hear those words back in my head and want to die. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment and just shifts his stance, parting his legs for me.

I try to relax because I am nervous…because he’s him.

Come on, Charly, you’ve done this a thousand times. He’s just a man.

A hot, gorgeous, famous man. But a man all the same.

Sucking in a silent breath, I start on the right inner thigh, hemming the material in and tacking it with pins. Vaughn tenses.

Lots of people get uncomfortable when I’m doing this. I mean, it is weird, having a stranger this close who is sticking pins in the clothes you’re wearing.

I shift over to his left leg, and he tenses again. Discomfort is radiating from him, which is making me feel uncomfortable.

He clears his throat.

I look up at him. His brows are pinched. He looks like he’s in pain.

“Almost done,” I tell him.

Now, for the crotch area.

I’ve been purposely keeping my eyes away from this part of his body, but now, I have no choice but to look.

And…oh my God.

He’s got a boner. Well, not a boner, boner, but there’s definitely a semi going on there.

Then, it hits me.