Page 7 of Only for the Moment
Good guy or not, she needed to stay as far awayfrom him as her job allowed. This was a professional relationship, not a private one. Why did her brain—and body—want so much to forget that?
“I appreciate you and the Sovereign accommodating me,” Isaac was telling Jerry as her boss herded them inconspicuously toward the door.
“Anytime!”
She spent the seconds it took to cross the outer office thanking God that Isaac wasn’t leading the way.She remembered far too well what a masterpiece the man’s backside was. Not that she should be remembering; she should be forgetting. Which she was doing. Right now. Definitely.
Except…him behind her meant he could examine her backside. Heat traveled up her neck at the thought.
She prayed the blush wasn’t as obvious as it felt as she reached the outer door and turned to her tagalongs with herbest professional smile. The way Isaac’s gaze traced her cheeks said her prayers had gone unheard. Damn Irish skin.
“Perhaps we could walk over to my office, maybe discuss your needs, Mr. Anschau?”
She swore a flash of heat came and went in his eyes, making her all too aware of the various definitions ofneeds. Her thighs clenched together under the weight of his stare.
“I meant it when I saidto call me Isaac. And I hope you don’t mind being Kennedy.”
She nodded despite a wave of uneasiness. Considering her clients as friends and acquaintances rather than a business helped her anticipate the best way to care for them. In Isaac’s case, they needed to be very distant acquaintances. Barely involved. Nothing too intimate.
Her core heated at the idea of intimate and Isaac Anschau in thesame sentence. So did her internal cursing. “Isaac it is.” She gestured toward the door, giving herself a brief reprieve from the intensity of her reaction to him. “My office is just down the hall if—”
“Boss.”
The rumble of Nick’s voice cut her off.
Isaac groaned, a hand rubbing down that handsome face before he glanced to his bodyguard. “I forgot.”
Was that regret she heard?
Stop lookingfor interest where you shouldn’t find it, damn it. This isn’t high school and Isaac Anschau is not a potential homecoming date. Get. A. Grip!
“You forgot…?” she asked.
“Right, yeah.” Isaac’s mouth tugged up at the corners, the smile rueful. “We’ve managed to arrange a walk-through at the arena shortly. One of the few afternoons they’re free. I do want to meet, though. Let me treat you to dinnerfor your trouble; I know how precious a day off can be.”
“Dinner?” In a dark, romantically cozy restaurant? No. Her willpower was already proving how little it valued her self-preservation; she didn’t need to feed it any more temptation. She glanced a bit desperately at Nick. “A reservation for three then? How about the Mystic tonight at eight?”
Isaac and Nick shot her simultaneous, highly incredulouslooks. She couldn’t resist the laugh that bubbled up at their twin reactions.
“Two, make it two.”
The hint of command in his gravel-rough voice wasn’t making this any easier. He would sound exactly like that after he got off, wouldn’t he, sated and yet not?
A flutter hit her belly.
She barely refrained from rolling her eyes—really, she was beginning to think she was a lost cause. And aftertonight, dinner, alone…
No, not alone. She’d reserve the most public table she could get, damn it.
“Two it is.” Turning toward the hall, she sent a casual wave over her shoulder. “I’ll make the reservation.”
“The Mystic, eight o’clock. I’ll be there,” Isaac said behind her. “See you tonight, Kennedy.”
She made her way down the hall to her office as quickly as her heels allowed, trying to ignorethe weight of his stare, the sound of her name on those gorgeous lips. The way his sexy tone implied more of a date than two professionals meeting to set an agenda. Her freaking libido was going haywire; that was all. She was a professional, the best at her job—she wouldn’t have gotten so far at her age if she wasn’t—and she’d dealt with devastatingly handsome men before. Men who’d been attractedto her, flirted with her, come on to her. Keeping her libido in check on the job was never a problem, ever.
So why did she have the feeling that Isaac Anschau would put that restraint to the test in ways no one ever had before?
