Page 13 of She's My Kind of Girl

She was about to open her mouth and say something she’d probably regret, but Griffin opened the door and all thought dumped out of her head.

Oh dear God.

A black pullover that stretched over his flat abs and highlighted his broad shoulders. And he was in jeans. He’d always worn a pair of jeans like they’d been created especially for him.

Darcy dug her nails into the palms of her hands.

He had a five o’clock shadow along his jaw.

He was reading papers and looked up, his expression flashing as he caught sight of her. “Darcy.”

“Griffin,” she said, her voice cool.

He handed a stack of papers to Mrs. Weller. “Could you file these for the next council meeting?”

“Of course,” the old woman said, beaming at him like he was a god or something.

He held open the door and stood against it. “Are you coming?”

Oh God, she’d like to.

She shook her head. No. Wrong thought.

“Of course,” she said, and started to stroll toward the office.

He grinned at her. “You always did.”

She narrowed her eyes and flipped her hair. “Still do.”

Mrs. Weller tsked.

Griffin chuckled and Darcy held her breath as she passed him, not wanting to suck in his scent.

“Hold my calls,” Griffin said in a low tone that sent a shiver straight through her.

She walked into the large office. It had a round table with chairs for working meetings. One wall was covered in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and there were two leather chairs in front of the most magnificent desk. It was large, stately, and she wanted to do filthy things on top of it. An image of her spread over the surface, Griffin moving inside her, flooded her mind.

She blew out an exasperated breath. This wasn’t going well.

She dropped her purse and coat into the chair, swinging around to face him. “Let’s get down to business.”

His eyes traveled down the length of her. “Yes, let’s.”

Their gazes locked.

Darcy’s throat went dry and she swallowed. “Mrs. Weller doesn’t like me.”

“She doesn’t like anyone.” He took three steps in her direction.

“She likes you.”

He shrugged. “I’ve grown on her.”

“You’ve grown on a lot of people.”

He flashed a smile. “I’m a politician.”

“That’s not really considered a good thing.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. Okay, she couldn’t help being curious. “Do you have some other job? When not engaged in being a good citizen of Revival.”

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