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His gaze moved down her face, to her bib.“You were wearing this dress with little buttons on the pockets, and one of the buttons was missing.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“Yes it was.”He smiled.“Do you want to know what I thought?”
Mallory laughed and yanked her bib free.“I’m not sure.What did you think?”
“You were so business-like.I thought you looked like a librarian.And I thought that was about the sexiest look I’d ever seen on a woman.”
Warmth trickled through Mallory.She remembered him, too, perched on the edge of his desk, his gaze steady as he assessed her.
“What did you think?”he asked.
“I thought you were distracted.And that you kept looking at my chest.”
“I wasn’t looking at your chest.I was looking at that missing button.And I was looking at how pretty you were.”
The warmth in her was beginning to turn to heat.“You didn’t seem that interested in my experience.You asked some weird question.”
“Like?”
“Like, you asked me to look around the office and tell you what I’d do differently.”
Jason laughed.“You’d covered every base.I didn’t know what to ask.You said you’d need a few days on the job to analyze work flow.”
“And you said there was no workflow, there was only chaos, and by the way, did I have “Find my Phone” on my phone and could I show you how it worked.”
They were both laughing now.“You said you did, and that did it for me, you were the woman for the job.”
They dissolved into laughter.“I really wanted the job,” Mallory said through gasps of laughter.
“You were getting the job one way or the other.I was out of options.”
“Gee, thanks!”She punched him playfully on the shoulder.
“You were the most attractive woman who had ever applied for a job with me,” he said.“That was not the reason I hired, you,” he quickly added.“But it didn’t hurt anything.”
“Really?”She smiled with pleasure.
Jason covered her hand with his.“Let’s get out of here.”
“Yes.Let’s.”Mallory felt weak.She could not control her attraction to him—it was out of control, a tornado moving through her and tossing out all common sense.
He paid the bill and they walked out, hand-in-hand.Like they were a couple.Like they could do this for real.
At the hotel, they walked up the stairs together, and at Mallory’s door, they paused.She turned around to face him, her back to the door.He braced his hand against the wall, next to her head.“Don’t you have some notes or something you’d like to review with me?I mean, if you’re flying back to L.A.tomorrow, we should probably review a few things,” he said, his gaze sliding past her mouth, to the opening of her shirt.
“You mean episode notes?”she asked as he lazily traced a finger from her throat to the top of her breast.“Suggestions for Cass?”
He looked up.“I wasn’t thinking of Cass.”He slipped his hand to her nape.“However, I am open up to any suggestion you have.”
Mallory opened the door behind her, then grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled him inside with her.He had hardly stepped inside before she pushed the jacket from his arms.“I don’t know what it is about you, but I kind of want to rip your clothes off every time I see you.”
“Same here,” he breathed.
She pulled his T-shirt free of his jeans and over his head.Jason wrapped his arms around her and began to walk backward with her to the bed.
“Are we crazy?”Mallory whispered.
