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When they were both buckled in, Lyssa asked, “Are you going to tell me why she’s not coming?”
“She met an Englishman who asked her to stay here with him. It sounds like it all happened pretty quickly.”
Lyssa raised an eyebrow. “An Englishman, huh?” Then she grinned. “Good for her.”
Her smile short-circuited the already badly firing synapses in his brain. Fumbling for something—anything—to say that would force them to focus on work, and nothing but work, he said, “Let’s brainstorm ways we think Dane’s participation could help the foundation, in addition to reaching out to his contacts to find new donors.”
She nodded. “Good plan.”
As they tossed ideas back and forth, he knew it would be nuts to throw away their incredible synergy as business partners for a roll in the hay. Even though a little voice whispered that being with Lyssa would be so much more than that.
An hour later, she said, “I need coffee. Can I bring you a cup too?” She was already rising from her seat.
He tried not to notice the way her pencil skirt molded to her hips. He failed. “You don’t have to serve me.”
She laughed, a light sound that reached straight inside his chest. Then she put her hands together and said in a breathy voice, “Oh, Mr. Danniger, please let me know how I can serve you. Absolutely anything.”
Her imitation of Delilah was spot-on, and she was laughing as she headed back to the galley. He swiveled his seat, stretched out his legs, and scraped a hand down his face.
Her lingering scent filled his head. He told himself he’d feel more in control when they were back in San Francisco. Mary, their admin, would be there. Lyssa had her own office, he had his. Things could get back to normal. He would stop thinking about her once they were back in California. He had to stop thinking about her this way.
A few minutes later, the scent of coffee overtook the sweet perfume of her hair and skin as she returned with steaming mugs and sugar and cream, pushing his pad out of the way and setting the tray on the table.
Then she went on playing her part to perfection as she hovered over him. “Mr. Danniger, how do you want me to fix your coffee? As I said earlier, I could make it any way you like, sir.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, although he felt he should say, “You’re exaggerating.”
“Exaggerating? If anything, I’m underplaying it. Delilah was falling all over you. If I hadn’t been here,” she said with a cheeky smile, “she’d have been right in your lap, wrapping herself around you like a boa constrictor.”
She was standing so close, and she was so beautiful, and he was so hungry for her that his brain malfunctioned, and his body took over before he could stop it.
He recognized the moment the same thing happened to her. The laughter died on her lips. And a hot flame grew in her eyes. Her pupils widened, and he could see his reflection, the need etching his features.
Resistance was futile.
At the same time that she moved to wrap her arms around him, he yanked her into his lap, shoved his fingers through her hair, and pulled her mouth down to his.
Chapter Seven
Cal’s lips were hot and demanding. And perfect.
With his hand on her neck anchoring her to him, his other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her tight. She could feel in every hard, rippling muscle how badly he wanted her. When he groaned, it vibrated through her body. And she kissed him with all the need that had been screaming to get out.
She couldn’t lie to herself about this, not even a little bit. Despite all the arguments to the contrary, she’d wanted this for months. Wanted him for months.
Right now, she didn’t care about her job. She didn’t care about her brothers or what they would say when they found out. She didn’t care about their age difference.
All she cared about was kissing Cal.
Then suddenly he was lifting her to her feet and he was standing too. “This is wrong.”
His breath was coming too fast, and so was hers. “I don’t care.”
“It’s not right. We can’t do this.”
“We can.”
He tried to fight it. For one second. Then two.
Then on three, he possessed her with his mouth once more. His arms went around her, lifting her against him, and she felt him turn, his lips never leaving hers.
She’d think about the consequences later. Right now, she wanted him so badly she ached.
In the bedroom, he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the night we danced.” His eyes held fire as he ate her up with his gaze.
“I dream about you at night,” she admitted in a whisper. She didn’t tell him how long she’d been dreaming of him—for months, since Matt and Ari’s wedding.
