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“Dale, we can’t do this,” she whispered shakily and closed the panels of her pyjama top.
He still had her trapped between his arms and for one wild moment he wanted to ignore her words, wanted to pick her up and take her to bed.
But his sanity returned, and not a minute too soon. What the hell was he doing? With a curse, he turned and moved away from her.
“Dale,” she said again and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t.” He growled without looking at her. “If you touch me now, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Oh,” she said, dropped her hand, and her voice caught in her throat.
“Bathroom?” he asked through gritted teeth.
He should talk to her but needed some distance first.
“First—” She cleared her throat and tried again. “First door to your right,” she said.
He nodded and walked towards the door. He needed a moment to get himself under control. But inside the neat little bathroom, he realized this was so not the right place for that to happen. Her scent lingered in the air, making it impossible to breathe. And to make matters worse, a selection of tiny, black satin and lace panties was hanging on a line above the bath.
Damn it. Now he knew exactly what she wore under her clothes. The woman was driving him insane and she didn’t even know it. Swearing, without consciously deciding what he was going to do, he plucked one of the panties off the line and pushed it inside his trouser pocket. He leaned on the washbasin with his hands, willing his body to behave.
But the panties in his pocket were like a living, breathing Zoe stuck to his body.
Swearing again, he opened the door and stormed out. She was standing in the kitchen, her hands still holding her pyjama top in place.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” she said, her face expressionless. “We have to work together and—”
“You’re right,” he interrupted and rubbed his face. “I know,” he said and walked past her to the front door.
He opened the door and turned back.
“If you’re worried that this will change my mind to use your firm for the job, you can relax,” he said cynically.
She’d followed him and was standing just behind him, her head held high, her hands still trying to keep her jacket in place.
“That is not what this is about, and you know it,” she said softly. “You also know this shouldn’t have happened.”
While she was talking, the one side of her jacket slipped, leaving the top part of her creamy breast visible.
And that was all that was needed for desire to race through his blood again.
He put out his hand and touched her face. “You’re right,” he said solemnly. “But I don’t have to like it.” He looked down as his hand folded around her near-naked breast. On her indrawn breath, he flicked the beaded nipple with his thumb before he dropped his hand.
“Oh,” she whispered, and her mouth fell open.
Swearing, he bent down and gave her a soft kiss. “Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered and kissed her again.
Her hands pushed against him and he lifted his head.
“Now look what you’ve done.” He groaned and looked down. Without her hands holding the jacket in place, there was nothing keeping it from falling open.
“You did this!” she called out in frustration and grabbed the sides of her jacket. “Just go, please?” She hissed and glared at him.
“I’m going, but I’ve taken a keepsake,” he said and pulled the panties partly from his pocket.
He hadn’t intended to tell her, but he wanted to leave her feeling as unsettled as he was at the moment. Damn it, he didn’t have to be the only one suffering.
And on her indrawn breath, he grinned and left. “Lock the door,” he called over his shoulder.
