him.
When she spun around to leave without so much as a word, he couldn’t resist adding, “But, for the record, I’ve never needed the aid of an aphrodisiac.”
Chapter Four
“Still here?” Chase asked when he stepped out of his office a little before six.
Adrienne glanced up from the computer screen. “Just finishing.”
Chase sat down on the edge of her desk and watched while she worked.
She tried to ignore him, but found she couldn’t. With an irritated hiss, she glared at him. “Don’t you have a date you need to rush off to?”
Adrienne could have bitten her tongue. She’d completely fallen out of character.
“I think Starr will wait on me if I’m a little late.” His lips twitched.
She rolled her eyes then actually sank her teeth into her lower lip to keep from doing anything else uncharacteristic. Like tell him what she thought of his oversized ego.
“What’s wrong, Adrienne? Don’t you think I’m worth waiting for?”
He was only teasing her, but his voice had taken on that deep, sexy tone. She forgot she had a role to play and did exactly what she’d been wanting to do for weeks. She ran her gaze over him from the top of his shiny, sun-kissed hair, across his startled eyes, down his proud, straight nose, to his all too kissable mouth. Her gaze touched his strong, slightly indented chin and down his throat. She could see the strong, steady beat pulsing there.
The unexpected working of his throat when he swallowed boosted her courage to finish her visual perusal. Did her staring at him get him hot under the collar? Her eyes lingered. He’d unbuttoned the top few buttons, and she could see smooth tan skin beneath the material. Her fingertips begged to run down his throat to snake her fingers inside.
Her mouth watered, and she let the saliva pool. No way would she swallow with him watching her so closely. She wouldn’t let him see how much he affected her. How hot and bothered he got her. Intent on continuing her scrutiny of his enviable assets, her gaze skimmed down his broad shoulders, powerful chest, and narrow waist. She dared to let her gaze linger at his hips before moving lower. Only when his shiny leather shoes were in sight did she look back up at his face.
He appeared a little pale beneath his tan.
Butterflies of excitement danced merrily in her stomach. Hiding her inner pleasure, she furrowed her brows, wrinkled her nose in mock disgust and answered his question from earlier.
“No, you’re not.”
Needing to busy herself, she punched the save key and shut down her computer. The look of surprise on his face was too much. Laughter threatened to break free from her lips any moment. His poor male ego was stunned she’d denied his appeal.
Better for her to focus on her own amusement than the multitude of other sensations zinging through her body. No way would she acknowledge them or let Chase know he was easily the sexiest man alive. He’d have no problem tempting a woman to wait all the days of her life for a scrap of his attention.
Her computer clicked off, and she gave Chase’s leg a pointed look.
“ If you’ll remove yourself from my desk, I’ll get my purse and go home.”
He shifted his position so she could open the drawer, but didn’t stand from his perch on her desk.
She closed her fingers around her purse strap, lifting it from the drawer. She locked the desk and stood.
“Night, Mr. Aaron.” Her tone mocked. “Have fun on your date with Moon.”
Later that night, Chase looked at the crowded tables of guests at the political fundraiser and stifled a yawn. The hotel banquet room brimmed to full capacity with Boston’s finest.
“Chase, honey, you haven’t answered the last three questions I’ve asked you.” Starr’s full red lips pouted. The long pale cloth draped over the table hiding her actions from any curious