He interlaces his fingers, elbows resting on the desk as looks at me. I’ve never seen such salacious forearms in my life. My breathing has slowed to a crawl. The mental image of his panting on top of me, arms caging me in. I squeeze my thighs together.
“I’m curious about how long you’ve lived here in Dallas.”
He leans back in a casual stance, but he’s studying my face. I squirm in my seat under his inspection.
I hate how affected I am when he doesn’t have a clue who I am.How is that even possible?
I clear my throat. “My whole life actually. My dad still lives here.”
He nods, taking a sip of his cup. “Any other family?”
“No, just us.”
“Do you see him often?”
“He has Alzheimer’s, so he’s in a nursing home on the other side of the city, but I visit a few times a week.”
He stares at me for a few seconds before shifting his stance and responding in a gentle tone. “That must be hard, Kate.”
We both freeze.
He knows my first name?!
My eyes are wide as his lips form a tiny smirk. He tugs at the collar around his neck.
“I, uh, would love to continue this, but I have?—”
“Well, what about you? Did you grow up here?” I blurt out.
He relaxes back against his chair. “I did not. I grew up in Florida.”
“Please tell me you weren’t one of those surfer boys.”
He smiles. “I do surf, actually.”
“Of course you do.” I shake my head.
He’s too perfect.
“Do you?”
“Uh, have you already forgotten me tripping over my feet and crashing into your pottery? I’m like a human shipwreck.”
“You could learn. Beaches in Tahiti have great waves.”
Is my boss offering to give me surfing lessons?
I immediately picture him in board shorts slung low on his hips, and my mind knows exactly what to expect underneath his tailored suit. Thick, corded arms, tight abdominals, a deep V leading straight down to...
My cheeks heat, and I stand up abruptly.
“Oh, well, you should definitely carve some time out to go when we’re there. I think I hear the phone ringing!”
I rush out, but we both know there’s no ringing.
CHAPTER 13
LUKE
