Chapter 106
My eyes widened. He had just called my boyfriend—fake boyfriend, I corrected myself.
Had my ex just called my fake boyfriend a boy?
Sure, Daniel was about eight or nine years older than Aaron. But calling him a boy?
My head swiveled in Aaron’s direction.
Just in time to see his reaction. His jaw rxed, the start of a … smile ying on his lips.
Then, he didn’t hesitate. Calmly—scarily so—my fake boyfriend leveled Daniel with a look that would make anybody
run for the hills. The look that had earned him his reputation back at work. It was the one he brandished as a warning
sign. And it meant trouble. Serious business.
Holding my breath, I watched Aaron’s fingers reach for the hem of his shirt.
Oh my God, he’s gonna do it. My fake boyfriend and future boss is undressing before my eyes.
He pulled it up, and in one swift motion—worthy of one of those perfume ads where everything, except thepelling
and otherworldly model in the frame, blurred into the background—Aaron peeled off his shirt.
I blinked.
Madre de Dios.
Aaron was … he was …
Fuck.
He was … gorgeous—no, he was more than just that.
Aaron was a freaking sight to behold.
And his unbelievable, out-of-this-world, ad-worthy upper body was so wless that it made me want to weep.
I was a shallow, shallow woman. But I couldn’t care.
As my gaze gobbled Aaron in all his shirtlessness, I felt the air being punched out of my lungs. I’d thought I had
always been impressed—almost fascinated, if I was beingpletely honest—by his height and size. But if there was
something more impressive, more fascinating than that, it was his height and size decked with hard muscles of all
sorts and types.
Jesus Christ. Were his abs sculpted in stone?
My stupid, hungry eyes traveled from his broad shoulders to his chiseled chest and then kept going down, taking in
bs of abs that my imagination would never have been able to fabricate in such perfection. And how his strong arms
looked bare, corded with powerful muscles? I would never have been able to imagine that either. Frankly, I almost
wanted to poke the man to check if it was all real.
Those boring dress shirts did him no justice. That casual outfit he had worn to the flight hadn’t either. Not even the tux
he had worn to the fundraiser did his body any justice.
He was … too … beautiful.
Yeah, I was ogling at that point, and I didn’t really give a damn. Not this time. This was a historical moment. I had a
wless, shirtless Aaron standing in front of me, probably for the first and only time ever. And I wanted tomit this
image to memory. Even if it haunted me for the rest of my life, I’d live with it.
Loud cheering and pping broke through the vacuum I had been sucked in. Blinking, I realized Aaron’s eyes were
on me. Our gazes met. There was something intent and hungry behind that deep ocean blue. Something barely
controlled. That, or I was seeing my own emotions reflected and looking back at me.
Cheeks flushed, I waspletely and utterly unprepared for what the half-naked man in front of me did next. Aaron’s
eyes twinkled under the Spanish sun, one corner of his lips curled, gifting me with a full-fledged smirk, and then he
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winked.
A single, quick, yful wink.
That was all it took for my insides to melt into a puddle. Brain, chest, lower belly, and everything in between liquefied
and gathered at my feet.
Nope. I hadn’t been unprepared for that. I had beenpletely defenseless.
Aaron crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking somewhat satisfied, and returned his gaze ahead, to where Team
Groom was gathering to start the ser match, as if he hadn’t just made parts of my body dissolve into a goo I didn’t
know what to do with.
That wless, shirtless, blue-eyed bastard. Throwing me off-bnce like that.
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