fabric.
His eyes narrowed as she bent lower, moving about and seeming to be completely focused on her task, doing that cute lower lip biting thing or sticking one of her pencils in her mouth while she used another pencil to do something on her notebook. He had no clue what she was drawing, but whatever it was, she was completely focused on her work.
Which was exactly what he should be doing. But it didn’t matter. His eyes watched her surreptitiously, following her as she shifted around the room. His eyes noticed how sexy her legs looked in her kitten heels. When she turned around and leaned over, the white silk of her blouse fluttered open, giving him an almost unfettered view of the lace of her bra.
Was there a bit more of that delectable shadow showing? Grayson looked intently at her silk blouse, wondering if he’d missed something over the past few minutes. Had that button been undone before? He wasn’t sure, nor did he really care. If it had come open accidentally while she was sketching, he wasn’t going to complain. Nor would he draw her attention to the blouse, not wanting her to button it up again, hiding the enticing view from his starving eyes.
His body was throbbing with need. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her delicious body. She was both elegant and refined while at the same time, sexual in ways he didn’t want to notice.
What the hell was he thinking? This was Scarlett! He’d already mauled her once at a point when she was at her lowest. He was here to protect her, not hurt her again!
Hell, if Harrison had told any of the other guys that he’d been trying to bring Scarlett into his building, all four of them would be on his case, demanding an explanation.
When that thought came to mind, he paused. What would the others do? Maybe they would force him to marry Scarlett? That was an enticing thought and his eyes moved back to her, wondering if he should…
No. He wouldn’t do that to her. He wouldn’t force her to be in his life. The woman deserved happiness. But he wasn’t going to leave her unprotected. If there had been home invasions, as Harrison had mentioned, his only job right now was to protect her and make sure she was getting her work done in a safe and secure environment. That’s all!
Turning away, he forced his mind to focus on his work. He had to get this contract finished, he told himself.
“Excuse me, but can I grab your pen?” she asked. But she was already leaning over his shoulder, that soft silk fluttering against the side of his face and he almost groaned out loud. But he fisted his hands and resisted his need to lift her up and make love to her on this table.
When she pulled back, she left behind the soft, flowery scent of her perfume. A scent that he’d given her last Christmas, he realized. As she pulled back and that incredible scent lingered, he gritted his teeth to keep his hands on the table and not wrapping around her arms to pull her onto his lap. He’d never give her another damn bottle of perfume again, he solemnly promised himself.
Her dainty fingers closed around the pen, she scribbled something on her notebook, then placed the pen back on the wooden desk. “Thanks,” she said and glided away again but made sure to “accidentally” brush her hip against his arm.
Grayson watched with growing need as she moved around the room, making notes, taking measurements, drawing something before turning once again. Was she doing this on purpose? Was she trying to entice him? To drive him crazy with lust?
Or was that just what he wanted to think? If he thought for even one moment that she knew what she was doing and understood the consequences, he would toss her over his shoulder and carry her off to his bedroom so that he could make love to her before she could even squeak out any protest.
But this was Scarlett. She was innocent of
His eyes narrowed as she bent lower, moving about and seeming to be completely focused on her task, doing that cute lower lip biting thing or sticking one of her pencils in her mouth while she used another pencil to do something on her notebook. He had no clue what she was drawing, but whatever it was, she was completely focused on her work.
Which was exactly what he should be doing. But it didn’t matter. His eyes watched her surreptitiously, following her as she shifted around the room. His eyes noticed how sexy her legs looked in her kitten heels. When she turned around and leaned over, the white silk of her blouse fluttered open, giving him an almost unfettered view of the lace of her bra.
Was there a bit more of that delectable shadow showing? Grayson looked intently at her silk blouse, wondering if he’d missed something over the past few minutes. Had that button been undone before? He wasn’t sure, nor did he really care. If it had come open accidentally while she was sketching, he wasn’t going to complain. Nor would he draw her attention to the blouse, not wanting her to button it up again, hiding the enticing view from his starving eyes.
His body was throbbing with need. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her delicious body. She was both elegant and refined while at the same time, sexual in ways he didn’t want to notice.
What the hell was he thinking? This was Scarlett! He’d already mauled her once at a point when she was at her lowest. He was here to protect her, not hurt her again!
Hell, if Harrison had told any of the other guys that he’d been trying to bring Scarlett into his building, all four of them would be on his case, demanding an explanation.
When that thought came to mind, he paused. What would the others do? Maybe they would force him to marry Scarlett? That was an enticing thought and his eyes moved back to her, wondering if he should…
No. He wouldn’t do that to her. He wouldn’t force her to be in his life. The woman deserved happiness. But he wasn’t going to leave her unprotected. If there had been home invasions, as Harrison had mentioned, his only job right now was to protect her and make sure she was getting her work done in a safe and secure environment. That’s all!
Turning away, he forced his mind to focus on his work. He had to get this contract finished, he told himself.
“Excuse me, but can I grab your pen?” she asked. But she was already leaning over his shoulder, that soft silk fluttering against the side of his face and he almost groaned out loud. But he fisted his hands and resisted his need to lift her up and make love to her on this table.
When she pulled back, she left behind the soft, flowery scent of her perfume. A scent that he’d given her last Christmas, he realized. As she pulled back and that incredible scent lingered, he gritted his teeth to keep his hands on the table and not wrapping around her arms to pull her onto his lap. He’d never give her another damn bottle of perfume again, he solemnly promised himself.
Her dainty fingers closed around the pen, she scribbled something on her notebook, then placed the pen back on the wooden desk. “Thanks,” she said and glided away again but made sure to “accidentally” brush her hip against his arm.
Grayson watched with growing need as she moved around the room, making notes, taking measurements, drawing something before turning once again. Was she doing this on purpose? Was she trying to entice him? To drive him crazy with lust?
Or was that just what he wanted to think? If he thought for even one moment that she knew what she was doing and understood the consequences, he would toss her over his shoulder and carry her off to his bedroom so that he could make love to her before she could even squeak out any protest.
But this was Scarlett. She was innocent of
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