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feel like if I ran my tongue against them and then down her neck to her spectacular cleavage. Yeah, I’ve got a perfect view of Emma’s tits since I am more than a head taller. She has no idea that I keep glancing down at the top of her loosely buttoned shirt. I can see all the way down her bra and estimate the size and feel of those mounds of flesh. Shit. This isn’t the time for a hard-on—at work with a new employee. It is going to be impossible to share an office with her.
    I lift my right leg and cross my steel-toed work boot over my left leg to hide the bulge growing in my crotch. The space is too confining, but I’m not ready to leave her desk. My right leg brushes against her thigh as I try to get more comfortable. Her hands smooth her skirt down to keep it in place while her eyes stay locked on the computer monitor.
    She is all business. That’s good because I have managed to stay away from all sexually appealing women for months, yet if she gives me any indication that she would jump into bed with me today or let me screw her on this desk, I don’t think I’d be able to resist her. Any part of her. I have to get out of this situation.
    I probably should call Dr. Wang for an emergency consultation about this. I’ve thought I had everything under control. Work has always been a safe zone for me. It’s feeling pretty iffy at this moment, though.
    “Okay, I think you can handle this on your own.” I stand up abruptly.
    I have a lump in my throat, and it worsens when she looks up at me with those sultry, dark eyes and slightly parted lips.
    “I’ll fill you in on clients as we go along.” I kick my chair back to my desk. “No need to cram everything into one day.”
    “Fine by me. I’ll take the laptop home, too, and catch up on accounts over the next few nights.”
    This is good. I can handle this awkward feeling. I just need to get out of the room now .
    “I’m going to the studio to talk to Noelle about an issue she’s having with one of the new table designs. If you need me, text me. It’s easier than using the PA system. No one can hear over the machinery. I’ll put my number in your cell phone.” I hold out my hand to her.
    “Oh, sure.” When she pulls her phone out of her bag, unlocks it, and hands it over to me, her fingers graze my palm and I flinch. I am nervous as hell. This is a first; I’ve never been anxious over any woman. Pushing those thoughts aside, I tap in my cell number and return it.
    As I am about to leave the room and escape the unbearable arousal I get from being around her, Cooper fills the doorway. Carson hired him the day he interviewed when I was out of town last week.
    Cooper is very vocal about his single status and the women love him. I’m not sure if I like him, though. He’s got that overdone biker look going on with thick, shoulder-length blond hair, beard stubble, leather vest; the whole Harley package that women fall for. He’s cocky, and sometimes I want to punch him for being the witty office charmer, a character I used to play well.
    I want him to leave now .
    “Hey, Emma, we’re going to go grab some food. Can I treat you to a first-day-on-the-job lunch?” Cooper gives her a big I-love-screwing-pretty-new-girls grin. I would know.
    He makes Emma smile.
    Fuck, no.
    “Oh!” she exclaims as if no guy has ever asked her to lunch.
    “She can’t,” I snap, surprising myself. “She’s having lunch with me. We still have some business to discuss.”
    Emma turns to me, and her smile for Cooper is replaced with a furrow between her arched, dark eyebrows and a tilt of her head. There is something very feline about her, and I wonder if my brain is screwing with me, envisioning a sexy Catwoman.
    “Okay, well, a few of us are heading over to the diner now, so we’ll probably see you there,” Cooper responds before leaving.
    I wasn’t going to let some other guy zero in on the woman that has just woken me out of a long winter slumber of nothingness to