I really can’t help myself.
That photo is weakening my resolve.
Mushy feelings aside, this man makes my body yearn like nothing else.
I’ll just have to get used to doing everything with one hand from now on.
Friday suddenly seems so far away.
???
Marco arrives at my studio exactly when he said he would.
I try to make it look as though I haven’t been waiting by the door.
But that would be a lie.
I watch him cross the street.
How is it even possible that this guy ismoreof a smoke show when he dresses casually, than he was in his suit? Blue jeans. A soft grey t-shirt that clings just enough to hint at the well earned contours of his body.
No jacket. No earpiece. No checklist.
Just Marco.
Relaxed. Human. Sexy as hell.
Suddenly shy, I turn around in my chair to rearrange the brochures and business cards on Vonnie’s desk.
Even though they’re perfectly straight.
I’ve left the door unlocked for him.
It might seem too eager if I open it, so I pretend not to notice that he’s walking in.
He really has no idea what that subtle hint of fragrance is doing to me.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe that’s exactly what he had in mind.
Either way, I’m a willing captive.
Familiar hands ease across my shoulders as he leans down to give me a slow sensual kiss.
“Mmm…”
I’m in trouble already.
That smile. That smile does dangerous things.
Especially after several days of feeling horny.
“Hey you,” he nudges my legs apart with his knee.
“Hey yourself.” I pull him down to sit on my lap.
My final client for the day left almost an hour ago.
