“What’s the tape measure for?” “Measurements.” I rolled my eyes. “Wow, never would’ve figured that one out. What are you measuring for? Are you my fairy god-demon now? Am I going to the ball?” BallFairy GodmotherMeasurementsMeasuring Tape Book:Demons in Disguise Source: Demons in Disguise
“Are you going to frisk me?" he asked when I stepped in close to measure the width of his shoulders. He smelled of pine and leather and the fresh ocean breeze--- wild and free. "This is a custom tailor shop, not a police station." "I might have a dangerous weapon in my pocket," he teased. I pulled the measuring tape tight under his arms, reminding myself that I was a professional. I was totally unaffected by the rock-hard pecs that flexed under my hands or the fact that I was now so close, I could feel the heat of his body. It was disconcertingly intimate. I'd measured many clients over the years for my dad and not once had I ever felt like I needed an immediate date with my vibrator.” FlirtingScent Of A ManIntimate MomentsMeasuring Tape Book:To Have and to Heist Source: To Have and to Heist