Page 128 of One Bad Idea

But he looked so damned good, standing there, a dark and dangerous silhouette in the dimly lit office. His eyes were brooding, and his lips were full. And his body –shit– it was a body made for sin.

Already, I'd seen him shirtless, but I'd never seen him pantless before. And yet, my imagination was painting a glorious picture.

Deliberately, I looked away, trying to focus on our surroundings andnothim.

The office suite was really nice. It even had a large sofa, right there, just a few paces away. It was big and oversized like, well, not his erection, that's for sure.

Damn it.

This whole thing totally sucked. I'd never felt this way aboutanyonebefore. He made me crazy in every possible way. He was sweet and horrible, sexy and repellent, tempting and...well,moretempting.

And now, I was looking at him again. Before I could think, I'd already blurted out, "Youknow, I don't even like you."

He didn't even blink. "Yeah? Good to know."

"And I bet you're not half as good as you look."

"You're right." Something in his gaze warmed. "I'mtwiceas good as I look."

Good Lord.The arrogance was stunning. And yet, my body responded, growing warm and ready deep in my core.

Still, I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please."

"Please?" he said. "Is that a request?"

"What? Like I'mbeggingyou or something?"

He gave a tight shrug. "It wouldn't be the first time."

God, he was such a tool."Well, aren'tyoufull of yourself?"

And of course, this like everything else, sounded a whole lot dirtier than I'd intended. Or maybe it was just my thoughts that were dirty. I didn't want him to be full ofhimself. I wantedhimto be fillingme,assuming that I could take all of him, that is.

Then again, I always did like a challenge.

Slowly, I reached up and touched the side of my face. In reality, I wanted to slap it, like they did in those old-time movies when someone was acting completely nuts.

But then, like a predator on the prowl, he took a single step closer, and my hand dropped limply to my side.

In a quiet voice, he said, "It's only arrogance when you don't deliver."

The comment was beyond twisted. After all, he'd made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't be delivering anythingmyway.

Good.

And yet, when he took another step in my direction, I couldn’t seem to make myself back away. If I had any self-respect, I surely would. And while I was at it, I'd tell him exactly what he could do with his arrogance and innuendos.

But I said nothing and made no move. Instead, I waited. For what, I didn't know.

Soon, he was standing within arm's reach. With him so close, I had to crane my neck to stare up at him. My heart was racing, and I was having a hard time catching my breath. Something was definitely going to happen. I just didn't know what.

When he spoke, his voice was nearly a caress. "You wanna know why I said to forget it?"

"Why?"

"Because you make me so fucking crazy."

The statement hung there between us, confusing me, twisting me, and finally, compelling me to ask in a breathless whisper, "Crazy how?"