Make me!

I had done the unthinkable. For the first time, I had exposed myself to get a man’s attention. It felt slutty and very needy. The initial idea was to flash him, but things went wrong because I was an idiot who hadn’t thought it through. My strapless bra had fallen when I had unhooked it, and now I was too petrified to do something about it.
My bare chest was out in the open for Nathan to feast his eyes on. His silence made me regret my decision to distract him with my body. Was he impressed, hypnotized, or disgusted by my sleaziness? That question intensified my horror.
“What are you doing?” Nathan asked. His tone lacked any obvious emotion other than confusion.
I opened my eyes, hoping to find a clue of Nathan’s thoughts on his face. I had to do something before he vocalized them most embarrassingly. Although his eyes were glued to my chest, his expressions weren’t of a sexually tempted person.
Utterly humiliated, I pulled my dress up to save any leftover dignity. My bold move might not have produced any obvious interest in him, but at least he wasn’t on the phone anymore.
“Sorry, you had to see that. It was purely coincidental.” I gave a lame excuse, as always.
Nathan pressed his lips together. It didn't give me a hint of what was on his mind. “So your dress and bra fall off your body without a warning? It’s a pity I have never heard of this concerning condition before.”
I gulped. My cheeks were on fire from all the embarrassment. Why did I have to make a fool of myself every time?
He advanced toward me with a spark of mischief in his gorgeous eyes. “You should have this rare condition examined by a professional immediately. This disease seems to only affect your torso for now. Aren’t you afraid of what would happen when it spreads to more intimate areas?” His eyes traveled down to my crotch, causing the heat in my cheeks to intensify.
“Sure,” I played along. My pride wouldn’t let me admit to my crime, and nothing else except the truth could make sense of what I had done.
“Great! I should get back to what I was doing before,” said Nathan, turning around.
“Wait,” I called, grasping his rock-hard arm. Damn, Nathan had such muscular arms. Doctor Williams deserved to be behind bars for advising to ruin that piece of art. “I did that deliberately to get your attention,” I confessed.
Nathan drifted his gaze back to me. “Is that so? Are you sure that didn’t happen on its own?”
I coughed. “I’m positive.”
His tongue peeked through his slightly parted lips. He playfully bit on it before closing his mouth again. “Why am I getting this feeling that you are on the doctor’s side and are on a secret mission to divert my attention?”
Shit! Nathan’s guesses were almost always freakishly spot on. I nervously giggled. “Why would I do that? I barely know that man.”
He smiled at me incredulously. “Then what do you desperately need my attention for? What can’t wait for a minute to finish a call?”
I was trapped. All the answers to that question I could think of were indecent and skanky. I didn’t mind providing him with one to save myself, but was it the right time to do that?
“You.” I batted my eyelashes ostentatiously. “My body has been craving you since you teased it with an appetizer on the balcony. I want you, Nathan.” Though my body secretly wanted him more than I was ready to admit, I felt like the cheesy main character of an adult film saying that.
Nathan’s eyes widened in surprise at my straightforwardness. “Your condition is more serious than I thought. Many women have experienced the same in my presence.” He moved forward with a lopsided grin, making me question everything about him. Was he coming forward to test my honesty or for another test of temptation?
“What do you mean?” I asked. With my foot, I pushed away my bra lying on the floor.
Instead of pushing me against the wall or putting his hands on my body, he stopped at a distance. His gaze lingered on my body and stayed specifically in my chest region. He most certainly wanted another look at my bare breasts. Why Nathan was only wishing and not taking? The mystery surrounding him increased my desire for him. Was that his intention behind taking things so teasingly slow?
“An uncontrollable thirst is the sexiest thing ever, but you’re a clever one,” Nathan began with his eyes finally on my face. “Prove it to me. Show me how much you want me and why you are worthy of all my attention when there are so many other things to do.”
“How?” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “It’s against the rules to touch you. Dropping my clothes didn’t seem to have much of an effect. Should I link our mouths to stop you from talking on the phone?”
Nathan shrugged. “I am the one testing you, and yet you want me to give you clear instructions to my heart. The idea of exposing your chest was yours. I am sure you will think of something.” He went back to his bed and picked up his phone.
At that point, I was sure it was intentional. He wasn’t in a hurry to call anyone. If he were, he wouldn’t have spared me a glance. Whatever the case was, I had to protect Mrs. Sinclair’s secret and pass my test of seduction at all costs.
I took a deep breath, planning my next move. Nathan pretended to be busy on the phone, but I could see him carefully watching me through his peripheral vision. I picked up my bra from the floor and threw it at his face.
My bold move had him pleasantly surprised. “Mixing violence with pleasure is your new thing?” he commented.
Ignoring his words, I climbed onto the bed, snatched the phone from his hand, and jumped on top of him, locking our mouths in a kiss taught to me by a wild man not more than an hour ago.