Page 53 of Shape Of My Heart
“He’s accounting at this hour?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Pack it away andcomehere.”
“No, Ihaveto—”
Before she could refuse again, Josh took her hand and pulled her up from the chair. He fixed his gaze on her legs as she stood and the edges of her skirt floated around herthighs.
“Jesus, look at you. How can you hide your fine self behind that desk?” He continued to stare atherlegs.
“I’m working.” Thank goodness he was staring at her legs and didn’t see her blushinguncontrollably.
“Like hell you are. You finish at five. We should go hang out.” He brought his gaze back to her face and reached out to touchherchin.
“Hang out?Doingwhat?”
“There’s a number of things I can think of.” The look he gave her told all. It was purely sexual, no mistakeaboutit.
“Josh, it’s imperative that I get back to work.” It probably wasn’timperative, but she couldn’t be like this with him. Him, with his overpowering sexual magnetism that weakened herresolve.
They’d gotten on well over the last few weeks, gotten on with the tasks and work set out for them, but there was one thing she was becoming openly aware of and that was the invisible web of attraction building between them. It increased daily and it was starting to be something she found difficult to escape. Some days she caught him looking at her, shamelessly checking her out. At other times, he’d give her this look of appreciation. Of course her mind told her to resist, but her body and her heart refused tolisten.
“Imperative my ass. Hang out withme,baby.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.” At least she wastrying.
“Yes, you can. All you have to do is come upstairswithme.”
“Upstairs?” She pressed her lips into a tightsmile.
“Yes,upstairs.”
“Whereupstairs?”
“My room, baby.” He smiled again, looking her over seductively. “Clothes are optional, although no clothes isalwaysbest.”
She swatted his hands away as he reached for her. “Josh, you are going to get me introuble.”
“How much trouble can you get in if I’myourboss?”
“A lot.” She tried to get around him but heblockedher.
“Amy, come on. It’s been weeks now.” He pretended to pout. She giggled and heldhisgaze.
“Weekssincewhat?”
“Our beachfling.”
Fling. What a way to put it. Her cheekswarmed.
“And I’ve been good,” he added. “Reallygood.”
She didn’t know what to say to him. It would be wrong for her to give in to temptation, no matter how great it was. The best thing to do had to be to leave things as they were and encourage him to focus on what he hadtodo.
“You’ve been great. Now, I have to get backtowork.”
He watched her with narrowed eyes and that silly half-smile on his face that told her he wasn’t done yet with whatever plan he had up his sleeve. She stepped around him, sat back down, and started typing away at the keyboard, ignoring hisintensegaze.
Out the corner of her eye she saw him take off his wrists supports and then his watch, both of which he rested on the side of the desk. She glanced up at him but didn’t encourage any conversation. Best to ignore him, then he’d hopefully leave her alonetowork.
She opened up the files with the reports the last PA made. She had to check them and then attach them to the email. Hopefully that would take anotherhourtops.
