Page 10 of How to Resist Prince Charming

Braxton’s humiliation died an instant death as he watched. Mother of God. He hadn’t turned her off.

He’d amped her up. She was just as excited by him as he was by her.

Forget professionalism. He was totally going to hit on his employee’s kid.

“I’ve heard Tom mention he has three children,” he said, starting fresh as if they hadn’t been heading toward forbidden territory. “Where do you rank in there?”

Lenna finally lowered her glass, looking beyond grateful they’d returned to safe ground.

“I’m the oldest.”

He grinned. “Really? I’m the oldest of three, too.” When she sent him a startled look, he asked, “Do you have younger brothers or sisters?”

“One of each.”

Interest jolted through his abdomen. “Me too.”

Lenna Davenport looked equally startled they shared a common trait.

A moment of silence followed, so Braxton said the first thought that entered his head. “They can be a pain sometimes, though, can’t they?”

Lenna blinked. “What can?”

“Younger siblings. I remember when I first moved out, both of mine seemed to think my place was their second home.”

“Oh, my God.” Lenna brightened as she squeezed his arm. “I know exactly what you mean. My brother, Aaron—he’s in high school—he keeps begging to have his friends over for a party in my apartment.”

Braxton laughed. “What a coincidence. My brother, Tyler, actually did that a year ago, without asking.”

Her jaw dropped as she gasped. “You’re kidding.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I came home from work late one night to find two dozen complete strangers—all underage college kids—just milling around my house like they owned the place.”

Eyes wide as she listened, Lenna seemed entranced by his every word. “What’d you do?”

Shrugging, Braxton’s eyes glittered with mirth as he said, “I made myself a margarita and joined the fun.”

When Lenna blinked, he realized she thought he was serious. He laughed. “I kicked them out,” he relented. “Told them the cops were on their way.” He shook his head at the memory. “I swear, I’ve never seen anyone move so fast. And they didn’t even leave any good liquor behind.”

Lenna rolled her eyes, but she continued to grin at him as she nudged his sleeve with a playful shove. “And your brother? What’d you do to him?”

Okay, that was two shoulder touches in less than five minutes. If she went for a third, he’d be down for the count.

“Well, I debated whether or not I should beat him to a pulp,” he managed to say, though he couldn’t take his eyes off her hand, hoping those delicious little fingers would land on his knee—or God, his thigh—next. “But then I thought the sweeter revenge would just be to call Mom and Dad. So, I did that instead.”

When the dimple at the corner of her mouth appeared, Braxton thought he was lost. Damn, he liked Lenna Davenport. She was exhilarating.

Talking to her was more euphoric than biking a steep mountain and standing at the top to look down at what he’d accomplished.

He could only imagine what sex with her would be like. And imagine he did. Her hair would have to come down first, so he could watch it tumble over her shoulders. Then the dress. He’d unzip it slowly to build the tension, maybe even kiss each inch of skin he revealed. Once the silver material pooled around her feet, he’d—

Lenna seemed to realize his stare had changed from friendly to interested. She blushed and glanced away, taking another restless drink.

Braxton expected her to excuse herself and search out her father, but he was delightfully surprised when she turned back to him. “So, that was a year ago?”

He nodded.

“You worked somewhere else before you came to Farris Industries then?”

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