onlooker, she rubbed her hand against his upper thigh in a blatantly seductive motion.
Chase returned his attention to the blond weather girl. Adrienne calling her ‘Moon’ flashed through his mind. His lips twitched at the memory. Her slip had been intentional.
He’d been distracted with thoughts of Adrienne all evening. Thoughts of her gaze touching his body like a blue-green velvet caress had him overheating. He took another sip of his ice-cold water.
What mind trick had she used to accomplish that rise in his blood pressure? To make him feel her gaze as surely as if her fingers stroked over his skin? He’d have sworn she’d looked at him with sexual hunger, but her grimace and harsh words of rejection had tossed a bucket of sub-zero water over his hardening groin.
That was another thing. Why was he attracted to her? She wasn’t his type. He liked women with bodacious bust sizes. Women who dripped with sex appeal. He didn’t even know what Adrienne’s body looked like. Not really with those awful clothes she wore.
“Chase.” His date’s tone heightened. “Pay attention to me.”
He blinked. Here he sat with a woman who ranked second in Playboy’s sexiest weather girl survey last month and all he could think about was his lesbian secretary. He ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was wrong with him?
He took another sip of water. “Let’s get out of here.”
Starr gave a knowing, pleased smile. Too bad she wouldn’t be smiling when he dropped her off at her apartment--and left. She didn’t know what he really wanted was to escape thoughts of a pesky mouse who’d taken up residence in his office and mind.
Adrienne managed to unlock the apartment door without dropping her bag of groceries. She stepped inside and closed the door with a bump of her hip.
“How was work today?” Sheila asked Adrienne moments after the door slammed shut.
“Fine.” Adrienne walked into the efficiently designed kitchen to put away the food and supplies she’d purchased on her drive home. Sheila followed.
“What wild adventures did loverboy have today?”
Adrienne ignored her friend’s question as she placed a gallon of milk inside the refrigerator’s side door compartment.
“I can tell he did something.” Sheila removed the remaining items from the brown paper bag. “Spill the beans.”
“The usual things.” She put the wheat loaf in the wooden bread bin.
“Such as?”
Adrienne paused with a bunch of bound carrots in her hand. She didn’t want to share the look she’d given Chase, or his reaction, with her friend.
“Just Chase things. That’s all.”
Sheila laughed in commissary, plopping down on a bar stool to watch Adrienne finish storing the groceries. “At least, it’s you whining now about Chase ailments instead of me.”
Adrienne smiled at the reminder of the week she’d shown up on Sheila’s doorstep with her ‘brilliant’ plan.
“True,” Adrienne agreed. “You should have warned me how infuriating he is.”
“Hey, I did warn you. You were just too determined this job would solve all your problems to listen to reason.”
“Yes, who’d have believed it might actually work?”
“I have to admit, I had my doubts.”
“That Chase would hire me?”
“I knew we could pull that off. It was more your brilliant idea to convince him you were homosexual,” Sheila admitted between giggles. She clasped her hands over her stomach.
“Easy for you to laugh. You aren’t the one who’s supposed to be immune to men.”
“Lord forbid!”
Sheila could almost be accused of being a female version of Chase. She seemed to have a new man in her life every few weeks. This week’s lucky contender was a Channel Nine News cameraman. She’d met him at her gym yesterday morning and had gone out to dinner with him last night.
“Why are you here? I thought you’d