The Playboy's Proposal (Sorensen Family) by Ashlee Mallory

the chest.
    “Are you going to show me anything? I am something of an expert and might be able to give you a qualified opinion.”
    What was she waiting for?
    She opened the door and stepped out to the waiting room to find Ella seated on Henry’s lap, her little legs dangling in front of him, Henry’s phone tight in their hands as they played a game together. The sight of the philandering playboy with the preschooler in such an unguarded and sweet moment sent an unwanted rippling of something hot down to her belly…and beyond. Henry sensed her presence and looked up at her, unaware of the reaction she was having to the scene.
    Henry tilted his head and nodded. “Other than the eye rolling when you came out here, I would say you already feel a little different. The jeans look great on you. And the shirt—” He studied her again. “Great color.” His eyes dropped to her chest. “But that bra isn’t really helping. You know, bras were invented to lift you up, to be supportive. I’m not exactly sure what kind of action is going on here.”
    The saleswoman, who had been standing to the side waiting for Henry’s slightest command, nodded and came toward her with a measuring tape in hand. “Let’s get you measured.”
    Benny raised her arms to her chest almost defensively, and the saleswoman actually smiled. “Let’s go to the dressing room. I promise you’ll thank me for it.”
    With another glare thrown in Henry’s direction, who already had his eyes back on the phone screen as Ella giggled, she followed the woman back to be groped.
    …
    Henry looked at his watch, wondering what was taking Benny so long this time. She defied everything he understood of the opposite sex—he’d thought clothes shopping was naturally built into their DNA.
    And it wasn’t like she didn’t have a surprisingly decent shape once you got rid of those damned scrubs. Thanks to the pair of jeans she’d begrudgingly put on, he was hard-pressed not to notice the curves the woman had in all the right places. It had been, frankly, something of a surprise.
    The door of the dressing room creaked open and he prepared himself for whatever scowl or objections she was going to lay on him. But the soft-looking, sexy woman standing in front of him barefoot in a snug green dress that wrapped around her voluptuous body was not what he’d expected. He swallowed, telling himself not to overreact.
    She was watching him uncertainly, he realized, and he studied those nervous blue eyes. Even without a trace of makeup, they were captivating.
    He smiled, hoping he didn’t look as lecherous as he felt.
    “Pretty. Like a princess,” Ella volunteered, glancing up for a moment from her game.
    “Now that is exactly what you want to wear to capture the attention of the good doctor.” He tore his gaze from hers—harder than he’d have expected—to follow along the lines of her body.
    The bra the saleswoman had found for her was nothing short of genius. Why had she been hiding those things? He smiled and glanced up to find her eyes narrowed, as if she knew exactly where he’d been looking.
    This was not being overly pervy. He had a task to do. That was all. He grinned again, without apology.
    “I feel like I’m trying too hard. It’s not too much?” she asked, wrapping her arms around her waist as if trying to hide from inspection.
    The dress was actually conservative by many women’s standards. Even though it clung to her body, it wasn’t overly tight, or too short, hitting just at her knees, and the neckline stopped in a V that revealed an enticing amount of skin, but no real cleavage.
    “I think this is exactly what you need. It’s classy but also sexy. And Dr. Seeley won’t know what hit him. I promise. Now I think all we need is a few pairs of nice, tailored slacks that you can wear at the office and maybe a pair of shoes that don’t say, ‘geriatric grandma,’ and you’ll be set.”
    A little over an hour later, Benny had just paid for