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client-act.”
Now that he'd mentioned it, she noticed what he was wearing. The black tank top was fitted achingly tight against his upper body, revealing his muscles with each breath he took. His shorts were black too. The way he wore it, black was definitely sensual.
She looked him over from head to toe, from the strong, defined muscles of his arms and torso, to his powerful looking long legs. Damn, he looked hot.
“Client-act?” she said, a little dazed from her perusal of him and her daydream.
“You said that I'm a client so you couldn't come out with me.” There was the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice. “Would it be terrible if I sat down? My legs are killing me.”
She didn't know what to say. She stared at the heavenly legs in question. It would be a crime to leave them killing him. If he wanted her to, she'd more than willingly return the favour he'd done for her and massage them. Damn she was dying to touch him. She looked at the spot of grass next to her and then back at him.
“Not here,” he said. “Come out into the sunshine. It's far too good to waste.”
She got up without thinking and followed him into the light. It warmed her through, relaxing her as she sat down on the grass. He lay down beside her, closed his eyes and stretched out, his hands resting behind his head like a pillow. Again she found herself thinking how content he looked, laying in the sun like a cat.
Seeing he wasn't about to open his eyes and catch her, her gaze ran over him again. He had a terrific body, lithe and toned, powerful.
He took a deep breath and held it, and then breathed it out slowly.
When he looked at her, she smiled awkwardly, trying to think of something to say to fill the silence. She was happy just sitting with him, but it felt so intimate, and somewhere deep inside, that made her panic a little. How could she be so comfortable sitting in silence with a man she'd only just met? Normally she was a non-stop talker around guys until they'd met each other and spoken at least a dozen times. With Erik, she was fine not saying anything. There was a pleasure in just being with him that she'd never found with anyone else.
“What is...” she hesitated and then continued when he raised a brow, interest sparkling in his eyes, “...paragraph 157?”
He rolled his eyes and smiled at her.
“You know the deal,” he said in a husky barely-there voice, his gaze returning to the sky. “Dinner for an explanation.”
She heated up a little inside at his words. He still wanted to go out with her. Hell, she was dying to say yes, but her conscience and the fear of discovery by someone at her company made her shake her head.
“I can't be seen with you,” she said, her tone more than apologetic. She couldn't hide it from him. She hated the idea of saying no to him, but she had to. He looked at her. Disappointment shone in his honey eyes. She felt the need to add more to what she'd said to convince him. “I'd be shot.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Doesn't it just add to the excitement of being with me?”
She told herself that it did, but it wasn't necessary to make him exciting.
She shook her head again.
He frowned for a moment, looking thoughtful, and then propped himself up on one arm, leaning on his side.
“It doesn't have to be dinner then,” he said, a smile gracing his lips again. There was an air about his expression that said he'd found a foolproof plan to get her to go out with him. If he pressed her a little more, she'd agree to anything regardless of the risk it put her at. There was only so long that she could hold out before her heart won over her sense. “How about drinks? And before you say no, like I can feel you're going to, I know a place where no one at your work would know. You'd be safe there.”
She doubted that. She'd be safe from the company but not from herself. If they went to a place where no one at work could possibly see her, she'd have no reason to
Now that he'd mentioned it, she noticed what he was wearing. The black tank top was fitted achingly tight against his upper body, revealing his muscles with each breath he took. His shorts were black too. The way he wore it, black was definitely sensual.
She looked him over from head to toe, from the strong, defined muscles of his arms and torso, to his powerful looking long legs. Damn, he looked hot.
“Client-act?” she said, a little dazed from her perusal of him and her daydream.
“You said that I'm a client so you couldn't come out with me.” There was the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice. “Would it be terrible if I sat down? My legs are killing me.”
She didn't know what to say. She stared at the heavenly legs in question. It would be a crime to leave them killing him. If he wanted her to, she'd more than willingly return the favour he'd done for her and massage them. Damn she was dying to touch him. She looked at the spot of grass next to her and then back at him.
“Not here,” he said. “Come out into the sunshine. It's far too good to waste.”
She got up without thinking and followed him into the light. It warmed her through, relaxing her as she sat down on the grass. He lay down beside her, closed his eyes and stretched out, his hands resting behind his head like a pillow. Again she found herself thinking how content he looked, laying in the sun like a cat.
Seeing he wasn't about to open his eyes and catch her, her gaze ran over him again. He had a terrific body, lithe and toned, powerful.
He took a deep breath and held it, and then breathed it out slowly.
When he looked at her, she smiled awkwardly, trying to think of something to say to fill the silence. She was happy just sitting with him, but it felt so intimate, and somewhere deep inside, that made her panic a little. How could she be so comfortable sitting in silence with a man she'd only just met? Normally she was a non-stop talker around guys until they'd met each other and spoken at least a dozen times. With Erik, she was fine not saying anything. There was a pleasure in just being with him that she'd never found with anyone else.
“What is...” she hesitated and then continued when he raised a brow, interest sparkling in his eyes, “...paragraph 157?”
He rolled his eyes and smiled at her.
“You know the deal,” he said in a husky barely-there voice, his gaze returning to the sky. “Dinner for an explanation.”
She heated up a little inside at his words. He still wanted to go out with her. Hell, she was dying to say yes, but her conscience and the fear of discovery by someone at her company made her shake her head.
“I can't be seen with you,” she said, her tone more than apologetic. She couldn't hide it from him. She hated the idea of saying no to him, but she had to. He looked at her. Disappointment shone in his honey eyes. She felt the need to add more to what she'd said to convince him. “I'd be shot.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Doesn't it just add to the excitement of being with me?”
She told herself that it did, but it wasn't necessary to make him exciting.
She shook her head again.
He frowned for a moment, looking thoughtful, and then propped himself up on one arm, leaning on his side.
“It doesn't have to be dinner then,” he said, a smile gracing his lips again. There was an air about his expression that said he'd found a foolproof plan to get her to go out with him. If he pressed her a little more, she'd agree to anything regardless of the risk it put her at. There was only so long that she could hold out before her heart won over her sense. “How about drinks? And before you say no, like I can feel you're going to, I know a place where no one at your work would know. You'd be safe there.”
She doubted that. She'd be safe from the company but not from herself. If they went to a place where no one at work could possibly see her, she'd have no reason to
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