practically feel the rough pads of his fingertips as they stroked across her nipples. Her body swayed forward toward an unseen hand.
In her mind, the man turned his head toward her, his green eyes glittering with undisguised lust. Tucker. Just the thought of him was enough to have her panties growing damp. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, trying to ease the growing ache, but it was useless. Her body knew what it wanted even as her brain screamed at her to stop daydreaming.
Yes, Tucker could easily be the man in the picture. He held himself with the same kind of confidence. He knew who he was and what he wanted. And, as he’d made abundantly apparent months ago, what he wanted was her. His every look and word had been designed to entice and seduce her.
The very first time she’d laid eyes on him, she’d wanted him. That had never happened to her. He evoked unwelcome feelings of want and need. He made her question her path in life, the decisions she’d made. He fascinated her, luring her with his easy charm and good looks. She’d never yearned for any man as much as she did for Tucker.
He scared her to death.
“Gorgeous, isn’t he?”
Emma jumped, gasping for breath as she swung around. She felt hot, achy and totally out of sorts. And it was all Tucker’s fault.
“Hey, are you okay?” Her assistant, Callie Jones, was peering at her with a worried expression on her face. “Maybe you should sit down. You look a little flushed.”
“No.” Her reply had been sharper than she’d intended, and Callie looked even more concerned. Emma took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m fine. I think the heat is finally getting to me.” That was as good an excuse as any. The weather had been unbearably hot for days and people were beginning to feel the effects. She could hardly tell her friend she’d been lost in an erotic daydream, featuring a man she was determined to avoid at all costs.
It must have worked because Callie became her usual cheerful self once again and pointed back to the new painting on the wall. “That is one hot dude.”
“Callie!” She tried to sound stern, but the younger woman just cocked an eyebrow at her, daring her to disagree. In spite of her earlier discomfort, Emma found herself staring at the man in the picture again. A reluctant smile crossed her lips and she pursed them to try to hold it back. But it was no good, Callie had already seen.
“See, you think so too.” Her light laughter filled the room and she slung her arm around Emma’s shoulders. “It’s okay to think he’s hot, boss. Just because you don’t like to date doesn’t mean you can’t admire the scenery.”
“Admire the scenery!” Emma sputtered and began to laugh. She covered her face with her hands and tried desperately to control herself. “I’ll have you know this is a serious piece of artwork.”
Callie shot her a coy glance from underneath her heavily painted eyelashes. “He certainly is.”
Laughing at her assistant’s antics, Emma shook her head and turned away from the painting. She could always count on Callie to make her feel better. The younger woman was a gem as an employee and a wonderful friend. An aspiring artist, Callie looked the part with her multiple earrings and her nose ring. She wore mostly dark clothing with dramatic makeup. Her talent was undeniable and she worked hard at her art and at the gallery, but it was her bubbly personality that attracted Emma. It was so unlike her more serious one. But the laughter was just what she’d needed to disperse the uncomfortable feelings the image had evoked. She needed to get back to work.
“I’ll be in my office if you need me.” She headed toward the small room at the rear of the gallery.
“Don’t worry. I’ll certainly keep an eye on things out here.” Callie’s laughter followed her all the way into her office.
Emma shook her head and sighed as she closed her office door behind her. Some days she wished she were
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