The tension between them weakened her. Her knees would buckle any moment if she didn’t get in her car, but she didn’t want to get in just yet. “You know, I think taking this temp job has been the most exciting thing I’ve done.” And kissing you.
A curl lifted the side of his lips into a decadent smile, catapulting her desire to new depths. “You’ve got three more months with me. I hope you can handle all the excitement you have yet to experience.”
With me. Yes, everything was clouded by the scotch. She was convinced because she was bolder and more receptive. “I think I can manage.”
He licked the corner of his mouth, and God did she want that tongue licking the side of her mouth. She glanced down, her arousal taking her hostage. Still, in that lust-fueled moment, she thought of her wallet. And when she plunged her hand inside her purse, she didn’t find it. Damn. She’d left it on her desk. What a buzz kill. What they had in the garage would have to end.
“What’s wrong?”
“I left my wallet on my desk.” Her hand fell from her purse, dangling at her side.
He’d stepped back by then. Yes, their moment was over.
“Come,” he said.
In silence, they walked to the office. The tension was palpable. The things unsaid still hung between them. Once they arrived to the suite, Konrad unlocked the door. Scottie glanced at the clock on the wall in the empty reception area. Nine-thirty. Had it only been thirty minutes since they’d left the Bowie Brew?
Konrad emerged from her cube, her wallet in hand. “I found it.”
She reached for it, her fingers touching his. The wallet slipped through her fingers, crashing to the floor. Both went for it, their hands touching again. Not just their hands, though. Their faces touched, his lips grazing hers. Shocked, she pulled back, both of them standing and neither grabbing the wallet. Their gazes fused in liquid heat. The air was so dense she could hardly breathe. With equal intensity, they lunged for each other, their lips colliding in a hungry kiss she’d been imagining all day.