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He stopped her before she could toss it. “Are those details explicit?”
She wagged her finger. “Oh no, I’m not going into explicit details with you. To be honest, some of these positions are impossible unless you’re an acrobat.”
Mischief sparkled in clever eyes. “But you’re my assistant. It’s your job to assist.”
“I’d be happy to.” She took the offensive letter, and really, it was ridiculous, and tore it in half. Then again and again and again until it became approximately twenty pieces of scrap paper. She threw it into the garbage and smiled brightly. “There you go.”
“Did you just destroy my property? Don’t you know that’s against the law?”
Yes, she did. Which was fairly ironic considering her true position. “That’s a bendable rule. I’ll never get to the rest of the letters if you don’t stop distracting me.”
“I’m distracting you?” He smiled, then he stood up.
Now that was distracting.She sat up straighter in the chair. “What are you doing?”
He took a step closer.
She gripped the armrests. “I thought you wanted your fan mail sorted. You probably received another hundred letters just during this conversation.”
He didn’t stop. When he was almost upon her, she stood. Face to chest, he towered over her. “You falsely accused me of distracting you. Aren’t I allowed respond to such a serious accusation?”
She put her hands on her hips. Desire swept through her, heady need and endless temptation. She needed to regain control, and she could only do it by shocking him. “Since I already got in trouble for it, I might as well do it.” She brushed her lips against his.
Two seconds.That’s how long she kept it light. But he smelled so good, and tasted better, and somehow her arms snaked their way down to his ass and did just a little squeezing. And somehow he did the same. And she would’ve pulled back if he hadn’t felt so wonderful. Really, she was just about to, when he did…
Five minutes later.
“Well, that was uncalled for.” She sniffed, but her cheeks had to be as pink as a princess’ bedroom. “Can I go back to work now?”
“If that’s what you want.” He dragged his gaze over the length of her, tracing heat on her skin. She could withstand it. She was strong and disciplined and…
“Oh, hell.” She jumped back into his arms.
Ten minuteslater he pulled back again, right before she would’ve stopped, of course. “I’d love to kiss all day, but I must get some work done. Maybe tonight…”
“No!” She took a deep breath. “I mean, no thank you. We’ll get together Friday night for a home-cooked mea… er, takeout and that’ll be it.” She plopped back in the seat and buried her nose in the next letter.
“Okay, but if you distract me, I’m going to kiss you again.”
She forced herself to focus on the letter. Really, how many love children could one man have? It really was–
He seized her lips.
She meant to tell him to stop. Which was almost the same as what she actually did: press into him. Finally, he pulled back.
“What was that for?”
“You distracted me.”
She gave him her best I-know-what-you’re-doing-and-you’re-not-going-to-get-away-with-it-but-actually-you-might look. “I’ll be sure not to distract you again.”
It only happened six more times.
All by accident – of course.
Despite the distractions, Cheyenne slowly made her way through the letters. Beyond the fanatical ones, most were sweet and heartfelt, written like missives to a long-lost friend. Clearly, they felt a connection to the man everyone adored. And even if she wouldn’t admit it…
So did she.