“Nah. I’ll deal with it later. Now before I get to work, how about you show me your place? I mean, can I get a tour of the amazingly focused Zoe York’s office?”
She blinked. “You want to see where I work?” She stood to dispose of her plate, but Gavin beat her to it.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all.” A pleasant surprise. A man only interested in sex wouldn’t care about her workplace, her friends, or her feelings about her sister. Just what were she and Gavin, anyway? And why did the notion of them being close enough to be in a relationship make her so damn happy?
They crossed to her building, and she showed him around. As expected, her female coworkers gobbled him up with their eyes. Sweet smiles and lengthy handshakes abounded.
“Everyone is so nice here,” he said.
“Really? You’re buying all the insincerity?”
“Huh?”
“Gavin,” she said in a lower voice after pushing him past a gaping, blushing Ginny into her office, “they all want a peek at your tight abs and tighter ass. You’re man candy, and every woman out there knows it.”
He stared at her, and she wondered if she’d insulted him. She hadn’t meant to.
Then he walked toward her, took her chin in his hand, and kissed her. “You say the nicest things.” The kiss deepened, and she found herself clutching his waist, hoping not to fall into the river of lust she hadn’t realized she’d waded into.
A cleared throat showed Cleo at the door, not bothering to hide a smile. “I had one more question for you—about work, I mean—that I forgot to ask earlier.”
Gavin pulled away, caressed Zoe’s cheek, then groaned. “Guess I’d better go. See you later, Zoe.”
“Bye.” She dropped weakly into her chair and watched him leave.
Cleo watched as well, and when she turned back to Zoe, she gave a thumbs-up. “Oh my God, is that man fine! And that kiss.” She fanned herself. “I felt like it was the beginning of a very X-rated documentary. All we need is a massage table and essential oils, maybe a toy or two.”
“Shut up, Cleo.” Zoe worked to still her racing heart.
“Yes, Ms. York.” Cleo laughed. “Something I thought about after the meeting. Hey, I know this new implementation has you guys swamped. So do you need any help booking rooms for training?”
Brought back to earth, Zoe focused on her answers. An hour later, she found herself wondering what Gavin had planned for them later in the week. Then she decided to stop letting him make the decisions and devised an outing she hoped he’d enjoy. And one she knew she needed to take if she ever wanted to get over Aubrey being gone.
