Page 25 of Playboy Boss

“I’m sorry.” Her fingers went to her mouth. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“No, it’s okay.” His warm hand touched her back.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” A wiggle of her body made his hand fall away. “The agency would fire me—”

“Don’t worry.” He touched her again. “I wanted— I—” He clamped his lips in a firm line as he paused. “I won’t let the agency punish you for what we both wanted.”

She didn’t look at him, didn’t say another word. What was there to say? The desire she had building inside since she met him came forth in the worst way.

“Scottine, look at me, please.”

She had to get out of there. Now. If she looked at him, she didn’t know what would happen. Moving toward the shiny car, she opened the passenger door. “We should get back. I’m not up for lunch.”

It was over. And she hoped the kiss would be forgotten.

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