My Sister's Boyfriend (The Trouble With Twins 1) Read Online Free Page B

open. He glanced at her. "Going down?"
    A sexual image popped into Jennifer's mind and she quickly hit an imaginary delete key. "Yes, thank you."
    "What floor?"
    "First," she said, feeling awkward as the doors shut, leaving them alone in the enclosed metal box.
    The elevator chugged, the machinery whining as it descended. "I didn't know you were a doctor."
    "I didn't know you were the new development director."
    Quickly they approached the first floor.
    She reached over and punched the stop button on the elevator panel, bringing the car to a grinding halt.
    "What are you doing?" he asked. "Are you crazy?"
    "Sometimes," she said calmly. "We need to talk alone before we reach the first floor."
    His brows rose as he gazed at her.
    "This is an old elevator. We're hanging here suspended between floors," he warned halfheartedly, his voice deepening.
    "I know, so let's make this quick.” She smiled at him, feeling impish at having the courage to halt the elevator. "Look, I need this job and I don't want to lose it. Normally, my sister would have been jumping out of the coffin last Friday night, but I agreed to help her because she didn't have anyone to do your gig. I would appreciate it if we kept this between us."
    The expression on his face changed. His eyes darkened as he gazed at her in a new way, one that left her very aware of the fact they were alone in a small, enclosed elevator suspended between floors.
    He moved in close to her, invading her personal space and placing both of his arms on either side of her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. She licked her parched lips, her mouth feeling dryer than the Sahara desert, but she refused to move or look away. The tip of his finger traced her cheekbone, while his gaze slowly undressed her. Her breathing quickened.
    "I can keep a lot of things between us, like the way your lips feel against mine. Or the fact I like you all dressed up in that little black outfit," he said, his voice low and deep. He picked up a strand of her blonde hair and let it fall to her shoulder. She felt trapped, yet it wasn't a bad feeling, more of an enticement. "That dress clung to you better than Saran Wrap."
    She laughed. "I didn't know you were a cook."
    "I'm not, though plastic wrap could be entertaining."
    This wasn't going exactly how she’d planned. He was supposed to agree, not to say anything, and then they were to part, only to see each other as casual acquaintances. She'd never considered him pinning her against the wall while his voice caressed her.
    "Thank you, but I won't be wearing that costume again.” The urge to feel his body flattened against hers overwhelmed her.
    No, that would be totally insane.
    Yet the thought sent desire rampaging through her body. She tried to concentrate.
    "Too bad," he said. "Do you have any other black dresses like that one? Not that I don't think this blue outfit is nice, but that black dress is one hot number. We could go out to dinner. You could wear your black dress for me, and I could wear a suit."
    "Oh, that's a nice invitation. Dress slutty and I'll take you out." She wanted to be angry, but somehow his voice touched places she'd long forgotten and they thrummed with awareness. "And then what? You'd take me to a no-tell motel and make me promises of love and devotion? I don't think so Dr. Moulton ."
    "The invitation wasn't meant to be demeaning."
    "Anytime you want to wear the dress, I'm sure I could arrange for you to borrow it.” She let her gaze travel the length of his very masculine body. "It would fit a little tight, but you’d look…unique."
    He smiled a sexy grin, and the wattage from that smile sizzled all the way to her toes.
    "Not my style."
    "Too bad," she said, her voice sounding breathless.
    "So how about it? Could we have dinner together?"
    She ran her finger down the front of his lab coat, needing to do something with her hands. The man of her dreams, the man she'd mooned over for half her life, had asked her out for