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corner of my eyes, because he had taken charge of the situation and turned my head away from him to get a better angle on my ear. He had one hand on my shoulder to keep my still, while his other hand worked at the elastic band stuck in my earring.
“Does this Miss Piggy mask mean a lot to you?” he asked, his voice was even softer since he was right next to my ear, but it was still intensely deep and masculine.
“No, why?”
“I’m going to break the band.”
“Go ahead.”
He touched gently against the cartilage of my ear. I bit my lip and imagined he was just holding my shoulder and touching my ear like that, whispering something into my ear other than “Does this Miss Piggy mask mean a lot to you?” I imagined him whispering something seductive instead, something that a man like this would never say to a woman like me.
There was a slightly sharp pull on my earlobe, and then the pressure was gone. I saw the glint of a knife as he put his pocket knife back into his jacket pocket, and then I was ready to move away.
“Hold on,” he said, as soon as I tried to move back. “Let me take this off.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
I don’t know what came over me, but I went from embarrassed and aroused to purely aroused. He was touching me with both hands, and had one hand on my ear. Whoever knew that my ear was this sensitive? It’s not like he was touching me between the legs, but he might as well have been for how good it felt.
His fingers moved across my face and tucked stray strands of hair behind my ear. I felt his breath hot on my ear as he gripped it gently between his thumb and index finger. The earring came open, and he took it out.
He took some piece of cloth out of his jacket pocket—that looked expensive too—and he blotted it against my ear. God, I was staining his expensive handkerchief thingy with my blood?
When he was done with the handkerchief, he didn’t just let go of me, he put a hand on my cheek and guided my face toward his. Surely he would just let go after that—but no, he slid his finger along my chin, and his grin broke into a devilish smile.
“There you go,” he said, holding up the earring.
It was an earring that looked like a wing made up of dozens of tiny little leaves. The band from the mask had completely tangled up within the little leaves. I’d probably have to spend a few minutes with a pair of scissors to get it off without ruining the earring.
“Thank you,” I muttered, taking the earring from his hand. I trembled a little when our palms touched.
“I’m Noah,” he said, “and this is Naomi.”
I looked down at the little girl. She wasn’t holding his hand anymore, but she smiled up at me from behind his leg.
I tried to be stealthy and look at his hands for a ring, but he splayed his fingers and gave me a clear look at his ringless fingers on both hands. “She’s my daughter.”
I bent down so I was close to level with her eyes. “Are you here for Reading Hour?”
It helped a lot to talk to her and break my gaze away from Noah. Naomi looked like she was around four years old, and just looking away from Noah and having anything else to focus on helped a lot. My cheeks—and a few other places—still felt hot, but looking away from him was like stepping into cool water after being out in the sun all day—it gave relief, but I could still smell the sun on my skin.
Naomi nodded to me.
“I’m Miss Lacey,” I said.
“Well, Miss Lacey,” Noah said, “I’ll let you get back to the...oinking.”
I laughed nervously and threw the pig mask back into my bag. “I think we’re done with that part. We’re going to read some books now.”
Noah sat down at one of the tables. I expected him to pull out a laptop or phone and start working, but every time I looked back up, I saw him watching me intently.
I’d collected all the animal masks and put them back into my bag.
“What books do we want to read today?” I asked the kids.
“The Pout Pout Fish!”
“Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!”
They all started shouting out requests. I waited for their voices to die down a bit, and then I pointed