It was hard to breathe with her so close.
She chuckled nervously. "This is a little weird because you're my boss."
"I don't feel like your boss right now," I said gruffly. The moment was overcharged. All logic had left my brain. All I could do was feel.
Was she not affected by how her body was touching mine? I hadn't been with anyone since Oakley. Once I moved out of her house, I severed any form of a relationship with her other than co-parenting. But I hadn't wanted to date anyone else. I was still burned from my interactions with her, and I wanted to focus on Lilliana.
Now I wondered if it was Oakley's drama that kept me from having the energy to look for something with someone else. Was that part of her strategy, and I'd played right into her game?
Was I aching for Blake because I hadn't been with anyone else in so long, or was it her? She was attractive and kind. I liked talking to her while I was cooking dinner, and I adored the way she cared for my daughter.
"You're so stiff," Blake observed.
My dick promptly responded by getting hard.
Blake's brow furrowed. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
I cleared my throat. "Not at all. I'm just not a good dancer."
"You have to let go and move to the music," she said as if it was that easy.
What if you were attracted to the person in your arms and couldn't relax? What if every nerve ending was on fire? Every muscle poised to make a move? "It's hard."
She massaged the tense muscles in my shoulders, then my upper arms.
I nearly groaned at the sensation of her hands on me. There was a thin layer of cotton between us, but I could feel the heat searing through it.
"Is that better?" Blake asked me, her question innocent, but the way she was looking at me set me on fire.
I loved her hands on me, but I didn't think that was an acceptable answer. "Sure."
Her eyes flashed with heat. "Listen to the music and move."
I forced myself to listen to the beat, not focusing on her hands, which lingered on my chest. Could she feel my heart beating out of control beneath her palms? At any second, she was going to realize my body was reacting to her close proximity, and she'd pull back.
Her palms moved down my arms until she was holding my hands, and she moved them, guiding me to sway. It was awkward, but it kept my mind off the way her body had felt pressed against mine.
Maybe this whole pretend girlfriend thing wasn't a good idea. Why had I thought I could do this without wanting her? Then I remembered how Brady pretended to be engaged to his best friend, Hazel. Maybe he'd have some insight. I needed to talk to someone about this crazy situation.
Her dress swayed around her upper thighs, giving me ideas about sliding my hands up her soft skin. Was she wearing panties?
Then she turned, pressed her back against my front, and moved my arms to wrap around her. It was a pure hookup move. Her ass pressed against my crotch, and I moved slightly away from her so she wouldn't feel the evidence of my desire.
"That's it," Blake said softly.
Her neck was bared to me, and I wanted to kiss her skin, wondering if she'd tremble under my touch. Would she shiver under my lips?
My hand was splayed over her taut stomach, and I wished we were dating. That I was able to move my hands wherever I wanted them.
I wanted to lift the dress over her head and see if she wore lace or satin lingerie. If her skin was tan all over.
I had to get a handle on my imagination, or I was going to blow this arrangement. It was fake. I wasn't supposed to be lusting over my pretend girlfriend. I didn't want to scare away my very real nanny.
Her hips swayed, and then she moved again, dancing the way we were before, her hands looped around my neck.
I tried to think about the upcoming family get-together to distract myself from thinking about her body pressed against mine. Thinking about my parents' reactions to the news of me dating my nanny kept my body in check. "I think we can do this."
"Yeah?" she asked with a smile.
