“Sure.” He glanced at her, annoyed that he couldn’t keep his mind from wondering what she looked like under that damn robe. “You do have nice legs.” He scowled. This certainly wasn’t the time or place.
“Thanks.” She eyed him suspiciously.
“Just thought you should know.” Forgetting the world around him, he rose and strode over to her. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“I’m fine, really.” She leaned back, tilting her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “You don’t have to keep trying to distract me.”
Only, he was the one who was distracted. He lifted her hand and kissed the hollow of her palm, then placed it on his shoulder. “You sure opened an interesting can of worms the other night.” She smelled like a combination of soap and exotic fruit. The room spun and he couldn’t see past her.
“I did?” she questioned with wide eyes. Her breath sounded raspy and he felt her wild pulse beat against his chest. Her pink tongue peeked out and smoothed over her full lips. He moistened his own, while her radiant sky-blue eyes rolled closed in anticipation. Then the phone rang, and she jumped, knocking him in the nose with her forehead.
He stumbled backward, his eyes watering. “Damn. That hurt.”
“Sorry.” She winced and reached for the phone. “Hello?”
He stepped away, rubbing his nose and giving himself a mental lecture. Since when didn’t he know how to charm the pants off a woman? Since when did he want to with this woman?
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