Page 152 of The Maxwell Brothers

Tyler: Can you talk?

Kendra: Lunch break is over, and we’re going into the conference room.

Tyler: When do you get a break?

Kendra: Why?

Tyler: For flirting.

Kendra: We need a flirting break? I can pay attention to both things at once.

Tyler: No, I want all your attention.

I giggled, checking the line in front of me.

Kendra: Okay, I think we might still have a few minutes until we go inside the room. We can talk.

He called me right away. "Hey, Kendra."

My God, that voice was so sexy! It was almost husky.Is he having dirty thoughts?Maybe I was overanalyzing.

"Hey, you.”

“How's your day so far?" he asked.

"Oh, it's good. I like it. It's informative. What are you doing?"

"I just finished laps in the pool."

"How often do you swim?"

"Three times a week. It's part of the physical therapy."

"Oh yeah. Swimming is probably good for your shoulder."

“Yes. It's a risk-free way to strengthen the area. I can't stop thinking about you in that wet white dress."

Ha! No overanalyzing here. Hedidhave sexy things on his mind.

I looked around and took a few steps away from the group. Hopefully no one heard him.

"Tyler," I admonished, "I'm in public."

"That doesn't mean I can't tell you all the things I wanted to do that day."

My breath caught. "Like what?" I whispered.

"I wanted to peel it off you and then do the same thing with your bra and panties."

Usually when I blushed, I felt it creeping slowly. My face would warm up gradually, but now I suddenly felt on fire, like I was emanating heat. I rolled my shoulders, pulling myself taller, which was a bit ridiculous. It wasn't as if he was here to see me, but this was myextra-confidentpose.

"And I fantasized about tracing all those muscles with my fingers and possibly with my tongue."

A guttural sound came through the phone, filling me with pride. "Jesus, woman!"

"Hey, you started it with the sexy talk. This is not a one-way street, you know.” I heard footsteps heading my way and looked up. “Wait, a colleague is coming. Don't say anything," I warned as my friend Sylvie came up to me.

"Kendra, are you okay?" she asked, frowning.