handful of tissues from the box on her desk and began mopping the liquid. Mia was frozen in place, unable to make herself move. How was this possible?
How in the freakin’ hell was this possible?
He stopped, his hands full of soggy tissues. “Are you okay? You seem a little…out of it?”
Out of it? Mia thought that was one way of putting it.
“W-Who are you?” She couldn’t seem to stop looking at him. Was he real or another vision that had popped into her brain?
Like that man, he was well over six feet. Instead of the revealing boxers he wore a well-cut gray sports jacket and black slacks that looked as if they’d been custom-made for him. The lean body beneath the fabric was the same, though, what she could see of it, giving the impression it was all hard muscle. The same thick black hair now brushed the top of his black silk turtleneck. Dark eyes like onyx, fringed by thick lashes, were the centerpiece of a face with an olive complexion, high cheekbones and a classic nose.
And a hard look about his face that made a stone wall look soft.
Mia felt as if she’d been punched in the stomach. Sexuality radiated from the man, an invisible heat that made her mouth dry and her pulse speed up.
I want to fuck you.
She dropped the files she’d been gathering out of the way, shock radiating through her. Had he really said that out loud or had she just imagined it? That damnable pulse at the core of her pussy was beating like a tom-tom and her skin felt too hot and too tight.
She’d have to get to the ladies’ room and a sink full of water to repair the damage from the coffee. And cool down her blood. Luckily her computer sat on a side extension so the coffee didn’t get to it.
Taking a deep breath she forced herself to look at him. “I’m fine, sorry, you just startled me.”
He handed her a business card. It carried the symbol of the phoenix rising from the ashes and beneath the graphic his name—Dante “Dan” Romeo.
She set the card on the corner of her desk. “Give me a minute to clean up this mess, Mr. Romeo. Then you can tell me what you want.”
“Here. I’ll give you a hand.”
Mia wasn’t sure she could stand him touching her, and was very careful to avoid contact while they disposed of the debris. When she’d tossed the tissues and wet papers in the trash, she sat back down at her desk, trying to compose herself. But when she looked at him again an arrow of heat pierced through her. His presence filled the room with an overwhelming sense of power that made the air vibrate.
Get real, Mia. You’re not the type of person who falls in lust with a total stranger like this.
Especially this type of man.
Oh, no? her other self said . What about the vision? What about what happened yesterday?
She managed to pull herself together, trying to ignore the coffee stains on her gray skirt, checking to see that nothing had splashed on her tweed jacket, willing herself to keep it together. Ha!
“I don’t recall having any appointments today.” She hoped she sounded cool and professional. “May I help you?”
“You can if you’re Mia Fleming.” He was still looking at her strangely. “And, that is, if you’re all right.”
The timbre of the deep voice made her shiver and butterflies began a dance in her stomach. Impossible that he could be looking for her. She was used to strangers in the museum but not to having them rattle her like this. Besides, men like him never wandered into her corner of the museum. Or any corner, for that matter, except for special events. And they certainly never came deliberately looking for her.
Unless they show up in one of my visions.
Mia took a deep breath, centering herself and trying her best to focus. Breathing, however, was difficult. This man seemed to take up all the air in the room.
“I’m Dr. Fleming.” She hoped her voice sounded at least close to normal. “Is there something I can do for you? If you want to discuss an exhibit or an event, Dr.
How in the freakin’ hell was this possible?
He stopped, his hands full of soggy tissues. “Are you okay? You seem a little…out of it?”
Out of it? Mia thought that was one way of putting it.
“W-Who are you?” She couldn’t seem to stop looking at him. Was he real or another vision that had popped into her brain?
Like that man, he was well over six feet. Instead of the revealing boxers he wore a well-cut gray sports jacket and black slacks that looked as if they’d been custom-made for him. The lean body beneath the fabric was the same, though, what she could see of it, giving the impression it was all hard muscle. The same thick black hair now brushed the top of his black silk turtleneck. Dark eyes like onyx, fringed by thick lashes, were the centerpiece of a face with an olive complexion, high cheekbones and a classic nose.
And a hard look about his face that made a stone wall look soft.
Mia felt as if she’d been punched in the stomach. Sexuality radiated from the man, an invisible heat that made her mouth dry and her pulse speed up.
I want to fuck you.
She dropped the files she’d been gathering out of the way, shock radiating through her. Had he really said that out loud or had she just imagined it? That damnable pulse at the core of her pussy was beating like a tom-tom and her skin felt too hot and too tight.
She’d have to get to the ladies’ room and a sink full of water to repair the damage from the coffee. And cool down her blood. Luckily her computer sat on a side extension so the coffee didn’t get to it.
Taking a deep breath she forced herself to look at him. “I’m fine, sorry, you just startled me.”
He handed her a business card. It carried the symbol of the phoenix rising from the ashes and beneath the graphic his name—Dante “Dan” Romeo.
She set the card on the corner of her desk. “Give me a minute to clean up this mess, Mr. Romeo. Then you can tell me what you want.”
“Here. I’ll give you a hand.”
Mia wasn’t sure she could stand him touching her, and was very careful to avoid contact while they disposed of the debris. When she’d tossed the tissues and wet papers in the trash, she sat back down at her desk, trying to compose herself. But when she looked at him again an arrow of heat pierced through her. His presence filled the room with an overwhelming sense of power that made the air vibrate.
Get real, Mia. You’re not the type of person who falls in lust with a total stranger like this.
Especially this type of man.
Oh, no? her other self said . What about the vision? What about what happened yesterday?
She managed to pull herself together, trying to ignore the coffee stains on her gray skirt, checking to see that nothing had splashed on her tweed jacket, willing herself to keep it together. Ha!
“I don’t recall having any appointments today.” She hoped she sounded cool and professional. “May I help you?”
“You can if you’re Mia Fleming.” He was still looking at her strangely. “And, that is, if you’re all right.”
The timbre of the deep voice made her shiver and butterflies began a dance in her stomach. Impossible that he could be looking for her. She was used to strangers in the museum but not to having them rattle her like this. Besides, men like him never wandered into her corner of the museum. Or any corner, for that matter, except for special events. And they certainly never came deliberately looking for her.
Unless they show up in one of my visions.
Mia took a deep breath, centering herself and trying her best to focus. Breathing, however, was difficult. This man seemed to take up all the air in the room.
“I’m Dr. Fleming.” She hoped her voice sounded at least close to normal. “Is there something I can do for you? If you want to discuss an exhibit or an event, Dr.
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