Perfect for You

tempted to see how high he'd venture.
    It was so wrong. She was on a date with a man who sat unsuspectingly across from her, and she was getting turned on by someone else. She was practically drooling.
    Greg's finger draw small circles on the bare skin of her inner thigh, and her face flushed.
    "Are you okay, Freya?" Marcus asked.
    She waved herself with her hand. "The wine must be going to my head. I'll be fine once I eat. I'm looking forward to the lamb."
    "I know Greg's looking forward to dessert," Jade said with a sly look.
    Greg shot is friend a look but it only made the woman grin more devilishly.
    Marcus looked back and forth between Jade and Greg. "I like chocolate mousse."
    Jade batted her eyes. "Do you like chocolate mousse, Freya?"
    "I'm not one for chocolate." She smiled apologetically at Marcus, feeling like she was being disloyal.
    Greg squeezed her leg.
    She gasped, startled by the pressure. Glancing down, she flushed at the sight of his hand disappearing between her thighs. It seemed especially erotic.
    "What is it?" Marcus asked.
    "Just a sudden idea for a design at work." She looked down again, picturing a dark red background, pale crossed legs, and a man's hand sliding illicitly between them. "Don't mind me. It happens."
    Only it hadn't in a long time, not like this, except for that other time, and Greg had inspired that too.
    She frowned at him. He couldn't be her muse. No way.
    "Mr. Cavanaugh?" The host stopped at their table and refilled their glasses. "We're ready for you."
    The slide of Greg's hand from her leg felt reluctant, though maybe she was projecting. His gaze lingered on hers and she flushed anew.
    "Marcus, it was a pleasure meeting you." Jade winked at her. "I'm sure I'll see more of you, Freya."
    Greg shook Marcus's hand. "Have a good dinner."
    "You too." Marcus smiled tightly.
    "See you at home, Freya." Greg smiled at her and escorted Jade to their table.
    She rolled her eyes. The way he said it made it sound like she was going to climb into his bed later.
    The thought of that made her warm.
    But it wasn't going to happen, not even if her body had a thing for him. Her mind still knew he was a lawyer, and her mind was still in control.
    "It seems like you and Greg are close."
    She turned her attention to Marcus, who sat in the corner pouting. "He lives in the flat above mine. I see him around."
    "You two seem closer than that."
    She glanced over his shoulder at Greg, who sat at a table across the room facing her. He looked up at the same moment and their eyes met.
    He didn't have a girlfriend. Somehow that was significant even though she wished it wasn't.
    Freya had to force herself to look back at her date. "No, I don't know him very well. What were we talking about before they interrupted? Tell me about your restaurant."
    That topic kept Marcus talking the rest of the evening, which was thankfully short. As he helped her into her coat after dinner, she was conscious of Greg staring.
    She tried not to look, but in the end she couldn't help herself. His gaze promised dark pleasure.
    She shivered.
    Marcus cleared his throat. "Are you sure there's nothing between you and Greg? It seems like you have chemistry."
    "Not at all. He's just my neighbor."
    "Hmm," he said, not sounding convinced. He waved her ahead of him. "Can I give you a ride home?"
    "I'll get a cab." When they were on the sidewalk, she kissed his cheek. "Thank you for a lovely dinner."
    He nodded. "I'll call you."
    She smiled, knowing that wasn't going to happen. Not that she cared—not when she could still feel the tingle of Greg's touch on her thigh.
     
     
     

 
Chapter Twelve
     
     
    "Knock, knock."
    Freya waved Eve into her office without looking up from her computer screen. She changed the background image to a deeper red. It needed a little texture.
    "You're deep in thought." Eve dropped into one of the guest chairs. "Are you actually working?"
    "I'm on fire today." She added a crosshatch texture to the red. Now it was perfect.
    "What changed?"
    Greg changed it. Not that she was going to admit that. She saved the mockup and raised her hands in triumph. "Two mockups done, and you know what?"
    "What?"
    "They're good." Freya closed her eyes and twisted her neck to relieve the tension from sitting there for so long. "Thank God, because Charles has been hovering."
    Eve winced. "And he's going to hover more."
    "Uh-oh." Freya studied her friend, noticing the drawn expression on her face. "What happened?"
    She sighed