Temperatures Rising by Brenda Jackson

did on his own time was his business. She just didn’t like the fact that he’d given a plug for his club on the air.
    “May I come in?”
    At the sound of the deep, husky male voice, she whirled around to find the object of her anger standing there in the open doorway. And of all the nerve, he was smiling. Why hadn’t she closed her door? If she had, then he could have assumed she’d been busy and would not have disturbed her. And today he was disturbing her. This was the first time she had been in his presence since the night they had rolled around between the sheets and the morning when they had made love in her shower. Just thinking about both suddenly made her feel so hot she wanted to remove her jacket, but she refrained from doing so.
    “It seems you’re already in,” she said after he closed the door and walked across the threshold.
    Her smart response only widened his smile, showing that dangerously sexy dimple. It was the same dimple that, in the heat of the moment, she had licked several times.
    She inhaled deeply. Now was not the time to think about what the two of them had done two nights ago, about the sensations his lovemaking had evoked, about the numerous orgasms she’d had. And for the first time ever.
    “How are you today, Sherri?”
    His question interrupted her thoughts, which was a good thing. “I’m doing fine, and you?”
    “I’m doing fine, as well, but if you want you can ask me how I can be better.”
    She tried ignoring the stirring in the pit of her stomach when listening to the deep, husky tone of his voice. “And why would I want to do that?”
    “Um, I can think of several reasons.”
    She frowned at him. He was hinting about the time they had spent together, and she wished he wouldn’t go there. Although she didn’t regret anything they had done, it was over and there wouldn’t be any repeats. They had wanted one night and they had gotten it. However, the lazy grin that appeared on his face reminded her that they had gotten more than one night if you took into consideration the morning after in the shower, which had resulted in them tumbling back in bed between the sheets again afterward.
    “Well, I can’t think of any reasons,” she finally said and decided to quickly change the subject. “I listened to your talk show today.”
    She figured that there must have been something in her voice that put him on alert. He braced his jean-clad legs apart in that stance she always found sexy and crossed his arms over his chest. “And?” he asked, the single word a husky rumble from his throat.
    She lifted her chin. “And I think you got out of line with Monica What’s-her-name.”
    “Kendricks. It’s Monica Kendricks, and she’s a frequent caller to the show. And how did I get out of line with her?”
    She inhaled deeply, knowing in all actuality she shouldn’t go there, especially after Warrick had explained on her first day that Terrence’s performance and anything related to it was his concern and not hers. But Warrick was out of town and had left her in charge. Surely she had the authority to provide Terrance with whatever feedback she felt was warranted.
    “She flirted with you,” she heard herself saying.
    If the smile he sent her way was any indication, he seemed amused by that observation. “Yes, she flirted with me,” he agreed. “She’s not the first caller who has and probably won’t be the last.” He leaned back against a file cabinet. “So what’s your point?”
    Now she was the one who crossed her arms over her chest. “My point is that you flirted back.”
    Another amused smile touched his lips. “You think so?”
    “Yes, and that was a very unprofessional thing to do.”
    Terrence studied Sherri’s face, and when he saw she was dead serious, he had to refrain from chuckling. “And what do you think was so unprofessionalabout it?” he asked, needing to know just where she was coming from.
    “You encouraged her.”
    “I encouraged