The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 23

“Mm–hmm.” I nodded, avoiding his gaze.

Cherry seemed to notice. She stared at me with a curious, almost suspicious expression.

I switched to a longer tape and requested, “Please lift your arms and level them, Mr. Kenway.”

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As he complied, I circled behind him and realized he was nearly 6’3” tall. I was lucky to be 5’8” myself. Otherwise, I would have needed a stool just to measure him.

1 finished measuring his upper body quickly, but when it came time to measure his waist and hips, I felt a bit

unsure.

Should I measure from the front or the back?

What was even more striking was that every woman in the room had stopped talking and was now staring at us.

1 suddenly felt very nervous. The tips of my ears were burning–maybe even turning pink.

Soren noticed my hesitation and asked, “What’s the matter Miss Jones?”

You’re… tall!” I blurted out.

“Should I crouch?”

mean, there’s no

from the front. To do so, I

been this close to any man except

clients before, but I was never the one taking their measurements–that was always done by other designers!

looked down at me as I “hugged” him. The warmth of

had been spiked with something. The scent of pine forest and musk washed

smelled just like his

was pounding faster. I felt like I was embracing a ball of flames. My

my job wasn’t finished yet. I still

the front felt far too intimate. I couldn’t handle

slipped from my hand, and I tried to catch

something, all

the tape.

had happened the moment Soren

so dead! I had never made such an elementary—and utterly ridiculous–mistake in my

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of me now?! A lustful fool who took advantage of her work as an excuse?! A shameless opportunist who copped a feel in

abandoned my measurement attempt, quickly stepped away from

gasped. “I’m

approached to check on us.