Accidentally Flirting with the CEO (Whirlwind Romance Series)

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client—right.
    A cocktail of raw emotions stirred inside him. Shock.
Desire. Lust. Confusion. Not a good mixture. Certainly, not now. He knew his
weakness. If he didn’t shift his focus and keep his butt on the business, his
butt would be on the line.
    Damn that erection! He was fully hard by now just reading
her passage. It read more like an erotic novel of some sort. This wasn’t the
Alexa he knew. Did she really write those words about him? Did she really think
of him that way?
    “What’s wrong with you, Jess,” Lee’s concerned, high-pitched
voice intercepted his pre-orgasmic phase as she noticed her brother loosening
his tie around his neck once more. Perspiration moistened his face. His body
core temperature must have climbed a few notches while he read the e-mail.
    “You look hot,” Lee continued.
    Yeah. Apparently, you’re not the only one who thinks so!
    Jess thought he had issues to sort out prior to walking into
the appraisal this morning.  Now his sudden dilemma was…what was he going
to do about Alexa?
     

CHAPTER 4
     
    Jess knew damn well he had to get on with the show, however
hard it was. Again, he readjusted his tie around his neck and cleared his
throat.
    Alexa thinks I’m hot?
    She really thinks I’m hot? Yeah, so damned hot she had to
send an e-mail. Jess had an eerie suspicion given the point of view the
e-mail was written in that he was not the intended recipient. If that was the
case. Who was the e-mail’s intended recipient? He would just love to know that!
    This was not good. This was not good one bit. All the while
he motioned for the meeting to go forward as the rest of the board conducted
the appraisal. He had excused himself for water, though his coffee was inches
away on the boardroom table and he could have intercomed the reception to bring
a glass of water. He needed air. To get out. What was happening to him? His
mind was a whirlwind daze. So not cool. So not like him. Was he losing it? Was
the stress getting to him? Or the fact that he could not, ever have Alexa under
any circumstances. He would have to put a stop to this now or this may very
well put a stop to everything he’d damned near work so hard for.
    Yes, temptation was the devil.
    This was a tease.
    An inappropriate e-mail seduction.
    Grounds for dismissal. If anyone else caught wind of this
electronic sex text, he was good as dead. Good as dead, huh? All Jess
could think about was her luscious full lips moving as she spoke at the meeting
when she answered Chase’s questions. He couldn’t help noticing how flushed she
looked and hoped that the others would think it was a direct result of
employee-appraisal-nerves.
    Oh, hell. How could he even concentrate on her evaluation
when the only image driving through his mind was of how he could make good on
her salacious e-mail seduction. The things he could do to her. God, if only he
could jump on this invitation. If the rules were different. If he were not her
boss and she was not his employee. His subordinate. Working under him. Or
laying under me…
    Get your mind outta the gutter, Jess. Focus!
    Jess shuffled his papers and peered down while his sister
intervened and asked Alexa a few questions. He appeared focused, nodding
occasionally as if listening. He could barely make eye contact with Alexa now.
Not here. Not now. Meanwhile beneath his skin, testosterone levels were off the
chart. He was struggling, wrestling with his emotions. She made his heart
gallop. She caused emotions within him that he was not quite comfortable
having…not yet, anyway. Maybe when he was 50 and married with children. And the
feelings were directed to his loving, devoted wife.
    Back on track.
    “Jess?”
    “Hmm.” He looked up, startled. How long had his sister been
trying to get his attention? He had been daydreaming, hadn’t he? Tormented inside.
Left hanging. Unable to deal with his emotions or talk about what was really on
his mind at that moment.
    “Do you have anything to add?” she raised a brow, suspicious
of his sudden bizarre, dazed behaviour.
    “Right. I do.” His expression suddenly stiffened. He
wrinkled his brow as he pulled up the evaluation sheet. His dark eyes quickly
scanned the list of performance areas. When his eyes scanned her communication
skills--written communication skills and oral communication skills, his eyes
kept hovering over the word ‘oral’ and his erection twitched in his pants.
    Oral?
    Oh, God.
    This employee evaluation was going