pins anchoring the strands and spear his fingers into the silky-looking russet mass.
His fingers tingled.
Enjoying the sensation, too much, Mitch swallowed a groan of despair. This was crazy, he thought. Never had he experienced this urgency of desire, this need to be one with a particular woman.
Those green eyes were watching him, shadowed by… What? Mitch asked himself, probing those emerald depths. Fear? Confused awareness? Yes, both, he decided.
Knock it off, Grainger, before you scare her away, he berated himself, wondering what in hell had happened to his normal control.
Flipping open the take-out container, he picked up a triangle of the stacked turkey club sandwich. “Would you like some?” he asked, in what he considered remarkably calm tones, considering his semiarousal and emotional upheaval.
“No, thank you.” A near smile kissed her lips; he envied the smile. “As a matter of fact,I had a turkey club sandwich for lunch, too. It was very good.”
Too bad, Mitch mused, biting into the layered sandwich. He would have liked watching her eat.
“You wanted to talk?” Maggie raised her eyebrows.
Not really, what he really wanted was to… Down boy, Mitch cautioned himself, feeling fiery fingers dig hungry claws deep into his groin.
Nodding, he finished chewing and swallowed before answering. “Yes. How was your tour of the premises?”
“Interesting.” She gave another half smile, “And a little confusing. And not only the general operation of the business. Karla introduced me to so many of the other employees, all the names ran together. The only ones I remember are the first two, Roger and Rafe, and the last one… Janeen.”
Chewing another bite of the sandwich, Mitch nodded again. “It’ll take a while,” he said, after again swallowing. He washed it down with the cola in the tall cup, trying to think of something else to say to keep her in the office. “You’ll learn the ropes soon enough.”
“I’m sure,” she agreed, then fell silent once more.
“And everything’s okay with the apartment?” Damn, Mitch thought, he was reaching, and he knew it. He had asked her that earlier. “Nothing you need?”
“No, everything’s fine.” Then she frowned. “But about the rental payment…?”
He waved her concern away. “Make the check out to Grainger, Corp. and give it to Karla. She’ll take care of it.”
“All right.” Maggie inched forward on the chair. “Is there anything…”
“No,” he interrupted, giving up—for now. “Tell Karla I’ll have some tapes to be transcribed later, after I’ve finished going through the correspondence.”
Frustrated, Mitch watched Maggie walk out of the office, unaware that, had she quickly turned back, she’d have seen not only the sexual hunger revealed in his silvered gray eyes, but poignant longing, as well.
Quietly closing Mitch’s office door behind her, Maggie was relieved to see Karla busily concentrating on the computer terminal.
Eyes wide with wonder and confusion,Maggie reflected on those emotional and physical electrically charged minutes she had spent in Mitch’s company. While she had been aware—too aware—of the force field humming between them before, this time the very air surrounding them seemed to have crackled with the power of the magnetic attraction. It seemed that each time she was near him, the voltage increased.
Nothing anywhere near the conflicting sensations she had experienced during those last few minutes had ever happened to her before. She felt so…so strange, so churned up by myriad feelings of apprehension, incipient panic, simmering excitement and sheer, sizzling sensual tension.
Several times, when Mitch’s blatantly passion-fired eyes had pierced hers, as if he were trying to see into the very depths of her mind to her soul, Maggie had literally ceased to breathe, to think.
On the surface, the conversation had all been so casual and mundane. But beneath the surface, Maggie’s senses
His fingers tingled.
Enjoying the sensation, too much, Mitch swallowed a groan of despair. This was crazy, he thought. Never had he experienced this urgency of desire, this need to be one with a particular woman.
Those green eyes were watching him, shadowed by… What? Mitch asked himself, probing those emerald depths. Fear? Confused awareness? Yes, both, he decided.
Knock it off, Grainger, before you scare her away, he berated himself, wondering what in hell had happened to his normal control.
Flipping open the take-out container, he picked up a triangle of the stacked turkey club sandwich. “Would you like some?” he asked, in what he considered remarkably calm tones, considering his semiarousal and emotional upheaval.
“No, thank you.” A near smile kissed her lips; he envied the smile. “As a matter of fact,I had a turkey club sandwich for lunch, too. It was very good.”
Too bad, Mitch mused, biting into the layered sandwich. He would have liked watching her eat.
“You wanted to talk?” Maggie raised her eyebrows.
Not really, what he really wanted was to… Down boy, Mitch cautioned himself, feeling fiery fingers dig hungry claws deep into his groin.
Nodding, he finished chewing and swallowed before answering. “Yes. How was your tour of the premises?”
“Interesting.” She gave another half smile, “And a little confusing. And not only the general operation of the business. Karla introduced me to so many of the other employees, all the names ran together. The only ones I remember are the first two, Roger and Rafe, and the last one… Janeen.”
Chewing another bite of the sandwich, Mitch nodded again. “It’ll take a while,” he said, after again swallowing. He washed it down with the cola in the tall cup, trying to think of something else to say to keep her in the office. “You’ll learn the ropes soon enough.”
“I’m sure,” she agreed, then fell silent once more.
“And everything’s okay with the apartment?” Damn, Mitch thought, he was reaching, and he knew it. He had asked her that earlier. “Nothing you need?”
“No, everything’s fine.” Then she frowned. “But about the rental payment…?”
He waved her concern away. “Make the check out to Grainger, Corp. and give it to Karla. She’ll take care of it.”
“All right.” Maggie inched forward on the chair. “Is there anything…”
“No,” he interrupted, giving up—for now. “Tell Karla I’ll have some tapes to be transcribed later, after I’ve finished going through the correspondence.”
Frustrated, Mitch watched Maggie walk out of the office, unaware that, had she quickly turned back, she’d have seen not only the sexual hunger revealed in his silvered gray eyes, but poignant longing, as well.
Quietly closing Mitch’s office door behind her, Maggie was relieved to see Karla busily concentrating on the computer terminal.
Eyes wide with wonder and confusion,Maggie reflected on those emotional and physical electrically charged minutes she had spent in Mitch’s company. While she had been aware—too aware—of the force field humming between them before, this time the very air surrounding them seemed to have crackled with the power of the magnetic attraction. It seemed that each time she was near him, the voltage increased.
Nothing anywhere near the conflicting sensations she had experienced during those last few minutes had ever happened to her before. She felt so…so strange, so churned up by myriad feelings of apprehension, incipient panic, simmering excitement and sheer, sizzling sensual tension.
Several times, when Mitch’s blatantly passion-fired eyes had pierced hers, as if he were trying to see into the very depths of her mind to her soul, Maggie had literally ceased to breathe, to think.
On the surface, the conversation had all been so casual and mundane. But beneath the surface, Maggie’s senses
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