Chapter 15-----Will He Think I’m A p*****t?
“Mhm.” I nodded, avoiding his gaze entirely this time.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Birdie standing quietly beside me, eyes wide with curiosity—and just a hint of mischief—clearly picking up that something wasn’t quite right.
“Please lift your arms,” I said, switching to a longer measuring tape and turning toward him. My voice stayed polite and professional, but I could feel my palms were just the slightest bit clammy.
Hudson stepped into position without hesitation, letting me move behind him. It was only then I realized—he was tall. Nearly six foot three, at least. I was five foot eight, which usually gave me the upper hand in situations like this. If I’d been any shorter, I might’ve needed a stool just to reach.
He cooperated pe
