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as delicious in real life as she was in his imagination?
    And what would he do if she did?
    She was a potential client.
    He was here to confirm her identity, then convince her to come back to Boston with him to accept her inheritance. Running his tongue over her entire body before nibbling from front to back, then top to bottom was probably one of those ethical lines he should avoid crossing.
    For the first time since he’d vowed to do whatever he could to keep Lynn’s greedy fingers off any more of the White estate, Jacob hoped he’d tracked down the wrong woman.
    “Did you want something else?” Bianca asked, making him aware of his long silence. Her words were low and soft, and if she hadn’t been blushing he’d have called them inviting. But the blush, and the sweep of that thick fringe of lashes over her cheek, put a question mark on the offer.
    “Just the water,” he reminded her.
    Her eyes wide with embarrassment, she spun so fast toward the sink her hair flew around her like a cloak.
    Jacob bit back a groan.
    His eyes locked on the sweet curve of her butt, deliciously outlined in denim as she bent low to reach under the cabinet.
    “There,” she told him as she turned back to face him, offering an equally appealing view of her front.
    “I should finish my shower,” he muttered. “And, you know, get dressed.”
    “Not on my account, I hope?” Her smile was a little too bright around the edges but the heat in her eyes when they dropped to his towel belied any nerves. When she ran her tongue over her full lower lip, he wanted to whimper. The terry cloth brushed over his hardening dick, adding a whole new level of erotic torture to the moment.
    He mentally listed all of the reasons she was off limits, hoping his dick would listen.
    She was probably the daughter of his mentor and late friend.
    And they hadn’t even been introduced yet.
    So there was no way in hell he could justify lusting after her like this.
    “I’m Bianca,” she said as if reading his mind. Her tone was husky, like he imagined she’d sound after he’d brought her a few screaming orgasms. “What’s your name?”
    Toast.
    Ingrained manners had him automatically reaching out, ready to step forward and shake her hand. But if she really was Bianca White, she might recognize his name. His father and hers had been tight. If so, he was sure she’d lose that interested look and walk out the door.
    Which was the last thing he wanted.
    And not for legal reasons.
    So, instead, he shifted behind an oak ladder-back chair. Fitting, he figured, since his hard-on was rivaling that wood. With the back of the chair a flimsy shield between his throbbing dick and the raven-haired temptress, Jacob tried to get a grip on his out-of-control libido.
    Think, dammit. Focus.
    Bianca moved closer, biting that sexy lip as she did. All will to resist fled. Damn, she was hot. She stopped right at the edge of the seat of the chair, leaning one knee on the fabric cushion and wrapping her hands just inside his on the chair’s top spindle.
    She was so close.
    Close enough that her scent, flowery and light, wrapped around him, making him want to simply breathe her in.
    Close enough that he could see the perfection of her pale alabaster skin, the pouty fullness of her red lips, the pure sapphire blue of her big round eyes.
    Close enough to feel her interest, her desire, pulling him in like a tractor beam.To hell with business and doing the right thing. His fingers clenched the chair-back so hard, he was sure he heard the wood flex.
    “Excuse me.”
    They both started at the intrusion.
    No! In a rare flash of fury, Jacob wanted to throw the chair across the room. He'd finally overcome his good sense and was ready to give in to his body's demands, only to be interrupted.
    Glowering, he turned toward the door.
    “I knocked,” the woman in the doorway said, her eyes dancing with amused light as she took in the scene. She held up a tray filled with something that, as