The Morning After the Night Before: Love & Lust in the city that never sleeps! Read Online Free PDF Page B

we both walked out of the building rubbing the tingles away.’
    â€˜No, we—’
    â€˜April third.’ He lifted his chin. ‘I knocked back one of your ideas and you spent a good portion of the day glaring at me through the walls—all flushed and infuriated and eyes spitting—and I spent a good portion of the day with half a hard-on, as a result.’
    No way her gasp should have caught quite that tightly in her chest. She should have been outraged, not breathless.
    Not excited.
    Her glares across her crowded open-plan office to his lofty glassed-in one had simmered,and not always with anger. She’d felt it but had no idea he’d been able to see it.
    God…
    â€˜You’re making these up.’
    â€˜Check your diary,’ he dismissed, plunging his hands even deeper in his pockets. ‘June eleventh, just before lunch. You stood in my office giving me hell about the new ratios and I just let you run because I was curious.’
    She swallowed back a lump of dread. She remembered June eleventh. The room had been practically soaked with awareness and she’d come away fairly throbbing from the argument. And then she’d beaten herself up all day about the inappropriateness of it all. He was her boss. He was the bad guy.
    Words formed themselves despite her best intentions.
    â€˜Curious about what?’ she croaked.
    His lips twisted. ‘Have you never heard the saying that a person fights like they f—?’
    â€˜Stop!’ Air sucked hard into her lungs and then froze there, trapped, making it harder to squeeze out, ‘I thought that was dancing.’
    â€˜I found June eleventh extremely illuminating on that front. But nowhere near as illuminatingas Wednesday. Wednesday was a real eye-opener.’
    Her only hope of salvation here was in channelling a bit of Tori’s hearty sexual confidence. She tossed her hair back and met his eyes directly.
    â€˜You never let on.’
    â€˜Of course not. It wasn’t appropriate.’
    Hysteria bubbled dangerously close. ‘And this is?’
    â€˜You’re not exactly moving away from me.’
    She glanced at the junk all around them. ‘That’s more a statement about my hoarding than your hotness.’
    Crap. Not what she’d meant to say. At all.
    His left eyebrow lifted. ‘I’m hot?’
    â€˜You’re insufferable.’ That smug grin sure was.
    â€˜You think I’m attractive.’
    â€˜I think you’re dangerously close to a lawsuit.’
    His laugh echoed her earlier bark. ‘For what?’
    â€˜Employee sexual harassment.’
    He waggled her ID tag. ‘You quit, remember?’
    â€˜Then, sexual harassment just generally.’
    He shuffled closer. ‘You still haven’t asked me to leave. That’s all it will take.’
    No. Why was that…?
    â€˜Maybe I’m hoping chivalry isn’t dead.’ Maybe,deep down inside, she wanted to give him one more chance to be a decent man.
    â€˜Grand chivalric gestures were the only outlet for all the unrequited sexual frustration in the twelfth century.’ He shot her his best Cheshire grin. ‘Like our fighting.’
    â€˜Well, then, perhaps your grand gesture could involve sweeping heroically out the door and nicking off.’
    His smile this time was half laugh. And it was annoyingly appealing. ‘Or we could find a more traditional outlet for all the tension.’
    â€˜No.’ It would be laughable if the very thought hadn’t divested her of the oxygen she’d need to do it.
    â€˜Are you already in a relationship?’ he challenged. ‘I’m not.’
    Izzy grasped desperately at the edges of the conversation. Harry’s eyes said he was dead serious, but how could he be? This sort of thing never happened to her. Despite her best efforts.
    She sucked in some much-needed air. ‘Except with your career.’
    His eyes dimmed