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Dalia's POV

“Wow…” I couldn’t stop myself from breathing out.

A shitty grin appears on his face. “I know right? I bought it to impress beautiful ladies like you.”

I rolled my eyes in amusement. “That is one cheesy way to call a girl beautiful.”

He scrunched his nose in disagreement. “I wouldn’t call it cheesy…fancy maybe.”

So, he’s got a sense of humour too. That is admirable, I thought as he opens the car door and leans into to get the shirt. His jeans slipped a little lower and his shirt a little higher. I caught a glimpse of his creamy waist and gulped.

It was sexy. My face turned red immediately…

“Are you alright? You look red.” The man was already looking at me with a white shirt in his hands.

I willed my red cheeks to return back to its normal temperature. “I am fine,” I grabbed the shirt from his hands. “Thanks.” I started to walk away. It was dangerous for a blushing lady to stay beside the cause of the blush.

“wait!” He called again. “I need your number.”

I raised an eyebrow.