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she soaked up the sensation and tried not to arch into him for more.
    “Axel,” she murmured against the glide of his fingertips along her throat, her sensitive skin registering every callus.
    “Mmm?” He never paused the seductive caress.
    The rhythm of the touch hypnotized her, making her long to feel it all over her body. How could a simple stroke feel so mind-numbingly good?
    Steeling herself, she tried to remember all the reasons she shouldn’t be fraternizing with someone she’d be filming. She was a professional, damn it.
    “This may be a bad idea,” she warned, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his soft cotton button-down.
    Sweet, merciful heaven, when had she allowed herself to touch him back?
    “There’s no maybe about it,” he told her, lowering his head and inhaling a deep breath. “This will only lead to complications.”
    * * *
    B REATHING IN HER SUBTLE floral scent, Axel told himself to let go of Jennifer.
    He needed to pry his fingers off, one by one, and walk away from the insanity. He had her pinned between the wall and the most insistent hard-on of his life, for Chrissakes. This was totally out of line. Unacceptable.
    And why the hell couldn’t some stray maintenance worker show up right about now to startle them apart? He didn’t think anything else—besides a cattle prod—would do the trick.
    “I didn’t see this coming,” she confided, her voice kind of soft and wonder-filled in a way that only wound him up more. “Not for a second.”
    He kept his head down, eyes on the floor, not ready to see her lips all soft and ready for his kiss. Not ready to see her eyes filled with that hazy, unfocused gaze that meant she was thinking about sex as much as he was.
    “No? That’s funny because I felt it like a damn freight train headed my way the moment you asked me to show you around.”
    She stiffened slightly, the subtle shift of her body a movement that inflicted a unique brand of torment on him when he knew this little interlude was going nowhere. At least not today.
    “I hope you didn’t think I was coming on to you.” She managed to sound honest-to-God uptight about it even though her fingers still clutched the placket of his shirt.
    “Of course not.” He gritted out a semblance of a polite smile as he backed up a step and her hands fell away. “I can see you’re not attracted to me in the least.”
    “Well!” she huffed, crossing her arms in such a way that drew the fabric of her blouse tight across her breasts. “I don’t mean that I’m not attracted now. I just meant I wasn’t thinking about any such thing back when I asked for the tour.”
    Following the line of his gaze, she uncrossed her arms. Straightened her blouse. Lifted her chin.
    Damn, but he wanted to take her home and tease her some more. Undress her slowly and put that note of awe and wonder back in her voice. But that was not in the plan. He should be chasing her away from the team and most particularly him, not lingering in darkened hallways with her.
    “Fine. But now you see where this is headed and that it’s a bad idea. Can we agree it would be best for all parties if the tour ends here?” He needed to regroup someplace else, somewhere far from the scent of lilies of the valley.
    He hadn’t even seen those damn flowers in over ten years, let alone smelled them. How strange that meeting her called up the few rare good memories he had of his childhood home, especially since her project had the potential to bring all the worst ones back to life.
    “Agreed.” She gave a tight nod. “Thank you for showing me around.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    He waited for her to storm off in a display of feminine outrage. Stomp down the hall in a huff, maybe. Or sashay away with a little extra hip swing to remind him of what he was missing.
    He should have remembered she wasn’t a conventional female. She simply frowned, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed. She appeared deep in thought, her gaze focused