Girls' Guide to Flirting with Danger by Kimberly Lang

eager for something to distract Devin while she got her own hormones under control. “The apartment came furnished. I wonder how much they’re going to charge me to replace this.”
    â€œI’ll pay for it.” The growl in his voice sent shivers over her skin and kicked her pulse into high gear. “Megan—”
    â€œThat’s okay.” She cut him off before that growl could go somewhere else, and hated herself for taking the cowardly way out. What happened to standing up to him? “I’m sure any local garage sale will have a replacement for a couple of dollars.” She laughed weakly, but Devin didn’t join her. He was still staring at her, his eyes raking over her body and leaving heated skin in their wake. Dev might have shown up at her door with a business proposition, but she knew that look well enough to know he had something entirely different on his mind now.
    So did her body. It was completely on board with the idea, conveniently forgetting that they weren’t a couple anymore. She could feel the early trembles of arousal in her thighs, the sensation traveling up to make her core muscles clench in anticipation.
    Even worse, she knew Devin knew it, too. Electricity snapped through the air between them, the tension growing thick and heavy. She had to do something to break the spell or else…
    â€œMeggie…”
    That husky tone nearly did her in, pouring gasoline on the fire he’d started with just a look. No, she told her libido. This is not going to happen. She had enough problems without compounding them by getting naked with Devin.
    She levered herself to her feet, only to find her knees weren’t steady enough to support her. As she wobbled, seeking her balance, Devin’s hand closed around her wrist, pulling her gently yet purposefully toward him.
    Be strong. What had happened to the anger, the outrage, the indignation that had kept a nice safe wall betweenthem? It had crumbled under one passionate look. So much for being over him.
    It took every bit of strength she had to override her hormones, pull her wrist out of Devin’s grasp and dig her heels into the floor. “Dev,” she started, but her voice sounded thick. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Devin, I, um…I appreciate your offer.”
    His eyebrows went up and she hurried to clarify. “The offer to help. Business, I mean. You’ve done all you can and you were right last night when you said it would just take time. I think I’ll go back to that plan and wait this out.”
    With the moment of connection broken, the heat started to fade from Devin’s eyes. Then, with a quick shake of his head, it was gone entirely. Envious, Megan wished she could do the same, but at the same time she felt a little hurt he could turn it off so quickly. She, on the other hand, still wasn’t steady on her feet and parts of her were throbbing along with her rapid heartbeat.
    He cleared his throat. “That’s probably a wise choice.”
    Damn it. “Yeah.” She squatted and began sliding the papers and books into slightly more orderly piles. It gave her something to do with her hands, something to look at other than him, while she shored up her already faltering resolve. “So…I’m going to get back to work. I’ve got a ton of research to go through….”
    â€œSo I’ll let you get back to it.” He stood, looming over her position on her knees on the floor.
    She quickly scrambled to her feet. “Thanks.”
    â€œIf you change your mind…”
    I’m about to, if you don’t leave. “I won’t,” she answered quickly, clutching a psychiatric manual to her chest like a shield.
    His lips twitched slightly. “I meant about exploring some of those other media options.”
    Kill me now. Her ears burned with embarrassment. “I’ll keep it in mind and let you know.