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CHAPTER17
“Here.”Lacy held out the sample of the perfume sent by the client. It was a small vial with a screw-on lid.
Jonah took it from her, letting his fingers slide against hers. She glanced up at him, trying to figure out if he purposely tried to drive her crazy. They’d decided to work in one of the extra offices since the puppy talk from Logan and Claire had begun to distract Lacy. Now they were in a room all by themselves and Lacy tried not to let Jonah distract her from their job.
Which proved more difficult than ignoring the puppy talk. She occupied herself with setting up her laptop with the interactive whiteboard in the room. Trying to get the Bluetooth to talk to each other wasn’t cooperating today.
“Notes of peach and hyacinth flowers.” Jonah’s voice close to her ear drew her attention.
She straightened. His heat engulfed her as he closed in on her from behind. Apparently the setup had been very distracting. She hadn’t even heard him move.
“Peaches is a good scent on you.” His words were low and almost menacing, at least to keeping her mind on work. The urge to lean into him nearly overwhelmed her.
“Jonah?” she said softly, trying to remind him they were at work. Her heart throbbed in time with the rest of her as his hand slid down her arm to circle her wrist. She desperately wanted to forget where they were and what they should be doing.
She glanced at the closed door and then over her shoulder. He gave her a smirk she felt all the way through her bones.
“Would you help me?” His words were soft enough anyone outside of the room wouldn’t hear. He held the vial up with his other hand. “Unscrew the cap?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. What the hell was he up to? Using her free hand, she removed the lid from the vial.
“Thank you.” He held the vial between his thumb and forefinger and tipped it upside down on his finger. “You can replace the lid.”
She did as he asked and set the vial on the desk. Trying to be professional, she asked, “Are we ready to work then?”
“Almost.” His arms came from behind to either side of her. He held her wrist in front of her and dragged his perfume-laden finger across her wrist. “Perfume should be smelled as intended.”
His touch sent bolts of desire threading through her. Her breath caught as he brought her wrist up to his nose.
“Perfect.” His breath was hot on her ear.
Surely she would burst into flames with as hot as he made her. He slipped away and she nearly sagged against the desk. She brought her gaze up to his innocent smiling face. Then she glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants. He was just as affected.
“Enjoying the torture?” She brushed her hand down her shirt and caught the scent of the perfume. It was light for having floral notes. Just a touch of peach and a dash of flowers. “The scent is quite nice.”
“I agree.” He settled into a chair and readjusted himself before clearing his throat.
Ignoring the flood of desire he’d created in her wasn’t easy, but when a sharp burst of laughter right outside the door rang out, she remembered exactly where they were. She sighed.
Time to focus on work. Her brain had already started to work with the scent of the perfume.
“The backdrop should be a garden. Flowers all around, but also lush greenery. Maybe a peach tree,” she said. She sat at her computer and started typing in notes. Focus on getting the work done. That was the most important thing right now.
“I think we should go with a picnic like in the park.” His blue eyes darkened as he rubbed his finger and thumb together.
A shiver worked its way slowly down her spine. “The romantic or the half-naked style?”
“Somewhere in between.” His gravelly voice sparked along her skin.
Unable to just sit there, she stood up and slipped off her flats. She paced her side of the table. Jonah’s gaze followed her, adding to her keyed-up state. She needed to focus on the job at hand. Not on Jonah’s hands. Definitely not on Jonah’s hands. And especially not Jonah’s erection.
“Picnic.” She stopped and covered her eyes with her hands, trying to block out Jonah. The perfume wafted down from her wrist, filling her nose. She could almost feel the memory of his arms around her. His front pressed against her back. His breath on her neck.
She opened her eyes to the blank wall and shook the desire out of her head. “Garden. Peaches. Maybe a small pile of peaches on the blanket. Or the woman feeding one to the man?”
Spinning, her eyes locked with Jonah’s. Her lips parted. If she could capture that look from Jonah, they’d make millions off the perfume. But his eyes were so horribly distracting to her. All she could think about was what he could do to her body. How he’d owned it yesterday. How Sophie had effectively cockblocked them. How much Lacy wanted him to own her body again and again and again.
“I’m not sure I can work with you.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them.
