Lila
She was aroused and twitchy for the rest of the day, cursing Dane for his soft, husky words and the pictures he'd put in her head.
She wanted that. Right now. She looked around at her office, at the laptop in front of her with a dozen emails that needed responses yesterday, and swore loudly.
When the knock came at her door, she called, "Come in!" like it was offensive to her.
When Dane sidled in, she glared at him and as he approached her desk, watching her warily, she snapped. "You stay on that side of the desk."
He nodded and pulled out the chair, dropping into it even though it was little too short for his long legs. She waited, but he just sat there.
"What?" She glanced at the door he'd left open so this wouldn't look suspicious, and it just made her angrier.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
