From the Inside Flap
"I'm not nervous," she declared, pushing back her lustrous hair with an air of defiance.
She crossed her legs, drawing his attention to the shapely line of her thigh not too far from him. Heat shot through his veins, instant and shocking. Averting his eyes, Lex clicked almost savagely on the next document. Christ, he could hardly start sporting a boner with her sitting next to him.
"That's good to know," he said. "I hope you can approach me if you ever have a problem."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't I?"
She lifted a shoulder. The pink 49ers T-shirt she wore tightened around her breasts. "You're the CEO. I'm sure you're too busy to worry about someone in IT."
Trying hard not to imagine what her breasts would feel like cupped in his hands, Lex printed out another document. "I'd make time for you, Jacinta."
Now that sounded like a pick up line. She seemed to think so too, because he sensed her tensing.
"I'm sure you won't see me again," she said hurriedly.
That was a depressing thought. He definitely wanted to see Jacinta Forbes again.
"Don't be so sure. From now on I'll be calling for you whenever I have a printer problem." In fact, he'd make sure he had another one tomorrow just so he could see more of her.
"That--that's not an efficient use of resources."
She twisted a strand of hair around her finger like her life depended on it. She was such an enthralling mix of defiance and demureness. Arousal rose in him again. He wanted to thrust his hands through that glorious mass of hair, wanted to twine his fingers around those silky strands and tilt back her head while he kissed that mouth of hers--was it as tender as it looked? He ached to find out.