All the time, I thought. Danielle was more than legal, and she had a body to die for. I had fantasized about her for a while now, something I should not have been doing, but I hadn’t been able to help myself.
“How does tomorrow work for you?” I asked, keeping it strictly business despite the dirty things that flashed through my mind.
“It sounds great,” she said. “What time?”
“Eight, sharp. I want to get you started as soon as possible.”
I gave her the address of my building before ending the call. I leaned back in my chair and swiveled toward the full-length windows that covered one wall of my office and looked out toward the Chrysler Building in Midtown Manhattan.
What would it be like to work so closely with Danielle? I liked her company, and I sure as hell liked her body. But that was off-limits. Not only was she half my age, but she was my best friend’s daughter. There couldn’t be anything more wrong with the match.
Still, having her around me as my secretary would allow me to ogle her as much as I liked, and I would be allowed to look, if not touch. That would have to be enough.
I closed my eyes and thought about her long dark hair, her eyes the color of emeralds, and the way her body curved in all the right places. She carried herself with elegance and pride.
No, looking would be plenty.