Page 13 of Legal Desire
“Why are you here?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t quite as icy now as it had been when she’d opened the door.
“I told you,” he said. “I want you.”
“To manage your campaign,” she said and snorted again.
He shook his head. “That wasn’t what I was proposing,” he said. “I wanted you to revamp my image, so that I can run for office.” Not that he actually wanted to but he needed a reason to spend time with her—a lot of time.
“Wanted?” she asked. “Did you change your mind?”
“Nope,” he said. “But after that kiss today, that’s not all I want from you.”
He reached out again but not for the glass. Instead, he skimmed his fingertips over those long, bare legs of hers. Her skin was so damn silky, her legs so toned. She must have been a runner. He wanted those legs wrapped around his waist or arched over his shoulders or...
“You said you weren’t propositioning me for sex,” she reminded him.
“That was stupid,” he admitted. “I should have been.”
“Too late now.”
“You said I had a chance of convincing you to accept that proposition.” A better chance than getting her to work with him on a political campaign. Now he had some idea why.
If only he’d done a little more research on her before coming up with his plan...
But after that kiss and the comment she’d made before leaving his office, he’d changed his plan. He was much more excited about this new one than he’d been about pretending to run in an election.
He trailed his fingers from her calf to her thigh and toyed with the edge of her silk gown. Or was it just a long, loose pajama shirt? Did she wear anything underneath it?
He wanted to find out, so he moved his fingers up a little higher. And he held his breath, waiting for her to stop him. She could—with just a look. Her icy ones were capable of freezing anyone.
Except maybe him...
