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could bend her over the sleek, cold expanse of his desk and flip up the staid skirt she always wore. Slip inside her, hear her gasp of pleasure, followed by his moan of approval at the first sensation of her tight, wet heat…
    “I’m sorry.”
    Her sexy sweet voice pierced his thoughts and shifted in his seat, desperate to ignore his burgeoning erection. Every hair was in place, sleeked back from her face once again. Her eyes were wide, expression full of worry and those beautiful, lush lips that filled his fantasies on a nightly basis literally trembled.
    “For what?” He crinkled his brow, confused at her apology.
    If she could read his mind, he should be the one apologizing profusely.
    “For what happened earlier, when I spilled the coffee. It ended up putting us into a—inappropriate position.” She pursed her lips together and blew out a loud breath, and she darted her gaze to the window.
    Christ. He envisioned her pursed mouth dropping a delicate kiss on the tip of his cock. Then her lips would part, taking him into her mouth one excruciating inch at a time…
    Alex cleared his throat and sat forward. “Inappropriate position?”
    She nodded.” I hope you don’t think I was trying to make a move on you.” She bowed her head, as if afraid to look at him.
    “It was an accident, Tessa.” He kept his voice purposely even, not wishing to cause her any more discomfort.
    “You saw me partially undressed,” she said softly, her gaze still on her lap.
    He certainly didn’t need the reminder. The image of her scantily clad in the delicate, overtly feminine scrap of lingerie was burned upon his brain for all eternity. “I hardly noticed,” he drawled, filled with regret the moment the words left him.
    Damn. What was wrong with him? The wounded look she shot him before she hastily turned her attention to the window once again said more than a million words could ever express. He’d hurt her feelings, and he was an inconsiderate ass.
    Desperate for a distraction, he pulled the table out between them once more, then grabbed his briefcase and set it on top. Opening it, he pulled out the itinerary Tessa created for him, along with the most recent report created in regards to the London acquisition. He snapped the briefcase shut and leaned back in his chair, scanning the itinerary for what felt like the thousandth time before he shoved it to the back of the pile and looked over the first page of the report.
    “Do you need any help?”
    “No.” He barely offered her a glance. “Thank you. Relax and enjoy your flight, Tessa.” It was an issued command more than anything else, but he didn’t care.
    He needed to focus. The trip—and the woman sitting across from him—were sidetracking him from his most important goal. They’d been working on the negotiations for months, and he was this close to locking in the London location for their new, lower-priced store. It would be a store to appeal to the younger set, for those with not much cash in their wallets but who wanted to wear something by Worth.
    It was an experiment, just like the launching of the limited edition women’s line. Worth planned on branching out even more in the next five years. Alex and his brothers not only wanted everyone to know and recognize the Worth brand but he also wanted everyone able to afford at least something by Worth.
    He didn’t want to cheapen the brand but make it global—and there was a fine line that the company needed to walk in order to achieve that goal. Hunter kept him on track. The entire marketing department was on the ball, constantly researching, looking at ways to both protect the brand and grow it.
    He didn’t know what he’d do without Hunter. Rhett on the other hand…
    Scowling, he stared unseeingly at the report. His baby brother was a royal pain in the ass. Eight years divided them, and it felt like an eternity. At the age of twenty-seven, Rhett behaved like an eighteen-year-old set loose on the city, wild and