coat?” Before she could even protest, David was working his way out of his lab coat to drape it over her shoulders.
“Oh no, I can't. I'll be fine when I get outside—”
“Take it. There's plenty in the lab.” His lips curved slightly. “I'm sure the next one won't fit me any better though.”
His comment had her stifling laughter. “They really don't fit you very well at all, do they?”
“Nope.”
For a moment, he caught her looking over him.
As he'd grown older, David had sought exercise as a way to help him forget his troubles. He barely had time to squeeze it into his schedule, but at least an hour a day had become a necessity. As he pumped iron, he could focus on the burning of his muscles and tune out the issues that complicated his life. Although he'd been a skinny boy, he'd gradually filled out over the years, and he wasn't unaware of the fact that he wasn't the only one who benefited from the activity.
“If you don't mind my asking...” She ventured, before merely shaking her head, seeming to think better of her question. “Never mind. Forget it.”
“What?” David arched a brow, genuinely curious.
“Well...I'm kind of dying to know....how does a nerd get so...big?” The way her face screwed up as she tried to find a polite way to pose the question was, he had to admit, adorable.
“I eat my vegetables.” He smiled as he offered her his answer.
“What, like a truckload of them at every meal?” He glanced down at himself, trying not to let on how her flattery affected him.
“Something like that.” At that moment, the elevator beeped, announcing that they had reached the sixty-fifth floor. As he began to step out, she did as well, and they collided. Charlotte stumbled and, impulsively, David reached out to steady her.
“Oh, God. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Not my stop. So clumsy.” Her babbling made him smile slightly.
“Are you alright?” She was still clinging to his forearms and was so close that the floral scent of her perfume wafted over him. Indulging, he inhaled deeply. “Mmm, what is that? Dior?”
“I'm fine...I...” She gazed up at him, and for a moment, he was sure that if he lowered his head, she would let him kiss her.
It was tempting. Her red mouth was plump, and he was sure she would taste of the coffee she'd been drinking all evening. However, before he could make his move, the elevator beeped again. This time proclaiming that they were blocking the door—and effectively distracting them both.
“I should go.” Her statement was slightly breathless. Releasing him, the blonde woman stepped back into the elevator, her cheeks still pink. “Thanks for all your help tonight. Don't work too late.”
“Sure. No problem.” With that, she gave him a little wave before pressing the button for the first floor. Fluidly, the doors slid shut, blocking her from view and leaving him in the dimly lit lobby.
Damn. Just a few more seconds and she would have been in his arms. Desire pooled low in his belly at the thought.
There was no security on this floor, which was remarkable considering that it held the newest and most valuable collection of technology in the building. Only certain employees had key cards that allowed them access afterhours. Of course, since his sessions with Charlotte ran so late and because he was so influential in the department, he easily swiped in.
As he'd told
“Oh no, I can't. I'll be fine when I get outside—”
“Take it. There's plenty in the lab.” His lips curved slightly. “I'm sure the next one won't fit me any better though.”
His comment had her stifling laughter. “They really don't fit you very well at all, do they?”
“Nope.”
For a moment, he caught her looking over him.
As he'd grown older, David had sought exercise as a way to help him forget his troubles. He barely had time to squeeze it into his schedule, but at least an hour a day had become a necessity. As he pumped iron, he could focus on the burning of his muscles and tune out the issues that complicated his life. Although he'd been a skinny boy, he'd gradually filled out over the years, and he wasn't unaware of the fact that he wasn't the only one who benefited from the activity.
“If you don't mind my asking...” She ventured, before merely shaking her head, seeming to think better of her question. “Never mind. Forget it.”
“What?” David arched a brow, genuinely curious.
“Well...I'm kind of dying to know....how does a nerd get so...big?” The way her face screwed up as she tried to find a polite way to pose the question was, he had to admit, adorable.
“I eat my vegetables.” He smiled as he offered her his answer.
“What, like a truckload of them at every meal?” He glanced down at himself, trying not to let on how her flattery affected him.
“Something like that.” At that moment, the elevator beeped, announcing that they had reached the sixty-fifth floor. As he began to step out, she did as well, and they collided. Charlotte stumbled and, impulsively, David reached out to steady her.
“Oh, God. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Not my stop. So clumsy.” Her babbling made him smile slightly.
“Are you alright?” She was still clinging to his forearms and was so close that the floral scent of her perfume wafted over him. Indulging, he inhaled deeply. “Mmm, what is that? Dior?”
“I'm fine...I...” She gazed up at him, and for a moment, he was sure that if he lowered his head, she would let him kiss her.
It was tempting. Her red mouth was plump, and he was sure she would taste of the coffee she'd been drinking all evening. However, before he could make his move, the elevator beeped again. This time proclaiming that they were blocking the door—and effectively distracting them both.
“I should go.” Her statement was slightly breathless. Releasing him, the blonde woman stepped back into the elevator, her cheeks still pink. “Thanks for all your help tonight. Don't work too late.”
“Sure. No problem.” With that, she gave him a little wave before pressing the button for the first floor. Fluidly, the doors slid shut, blocking her from view and leaving him in the dimly lit lobby.
Damn. Just a few more seconds and she would have been in his arms. Desire pooled low in his belly at the thought.
There was no security on this floor, which was remarkable considering that it held the newest and most valuable collection of technology in the building. Only certain employees had key cards that allowed them access afterhours. Of course, since his sessions with Charlotte ran so late and because he was so influential in the department, he easily swiped in.
As he'd told
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