Perfect for You

feel sexy." Nodding again, he studied her silently. She imagined it was the same way he watched a witness on the stand, until the person couldn't help but squirm under the intense scrutiny.
    Finally she couldn't take any more. "Aren't you going to say anything more?"
    "The answer is still yes, of course, but I have to be honest with you."
    "Uh-oh." She grimaced. "Should I be scared?"
    "No, but you should be warned." He took her chin in his hand. "I understand you just want an affair, but that's not what I want. I have my own agenda, and I'm going to continue working toward it."
    She struggled to pay attention, but it was hard with the way his thumb rubbed the sensitive spot under her jaw. "What do you want?"
    "I want you to be the last thing I see when I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up. I want to sit with you in the sun, on the floor, and anywhere else, just to be close to you. I want it all."
    She swallowed a couple times but her heart refused to dislodge from her throat.
    He grinned deprecatingly. "Don't worry. I know you're not ready for all that, and I know you have serious misgivings about my profession, but I'm going to beat down all those walls, Freya."
    He stood up and held a hand out to her. After a brief hesitation, she took it.
    Holding her hand, he lifted her and tipped her head up with his other hand. Gently, slowly, he nipped her bottom lip before soothing it with a kiss. "I had the best time today. Thank you."
    "I—" She shook her head, then she nodded. Then she frowned. "I did too."
    He grinned and kissed her again. "I'll let myself out."
    She waited till she heard the front door click shut before she collapsed on her couch. "Oh my God," she murmured, tracing her lips with her fingers. What just happened?
    Her lips still throbbed with the feel of his, and that throbbing echoed between her legs. Her panties were uncomfortably moist, and her nipples grazed excruciatingly against her bra with every breath.
    She shook her head. "Well, that was unexpected."
    Unexpected and absolutely mind-blowing.
    He wanted more.
    That wasn't going to happen, but he wouldn't be able to say she didn't warn him. This was just going to be a temporary fling, ending once she was sure she'd done her job. More than that wasn't in the cards.
    She touched fingers to her lips, wondering what their next move was. Whatever it was, it was going to be good.

 
Chapter Sixteen
     
     
    Her office door opened, and a strange squeaking invaded her concentration. She looked up from her computer, brows knitted in annoyance. Charles was out of the office, and she'd told the team specifically that she didn't want to be disturbed this afternoon.
    In the doorway there was a forest of mylar palm tree balloons.
    What the hell? She blinked. At least that explained the squeaking noise.
    A hand pushed the balloons aside, and Greg poked his head in. "Busy?"
    "Yes." She smiled for the first time all day. "But come in any way."
    Walking in, he closed the door behind him. He looked like a GQ wet dream, dressed impeccably in a dark suit with a muted gray shirt and silk abstract tie in shades of blue that deepened the azure of his eyes. "I figured you'd be working, but I thought you could use a little tropical picnic."
    She smiled slowly as she stood. "I've never gone on a tropical picnic."
    "I figured." He shook his head with mock regret. "No wonder your muse went packing. But don't worry." He let go of the balloons and he brandished a small picnic basket in front of him. "I should be able to lure her back."
    "So confident, are you?" she said, going to stand in front of him.
    "Yes." He pulled her closer. "Hello, Freya."
    His voice slid over her and she was hard pressed to repress the shiver that zipped up her arms and down her spine. She sighed as his lips brushed hers softly.
    She melted against him, some of her frustration slipping away. "I needed that," she murmured.
    "Me too." Greg kissed her once more before turning his attention to the picnic basket.
    Leaning against her desk, she watched him take out a blanket, a bottle of champagne, glasses, and some pretty boxes that looked like treats. "What is all this?"
    "Work." He grinned boyishly at her as he popped the champagne bottle. "I've been charged with bringing your muse back, and I take my oaths seriously. This seemed like a good place to start."
    "Don't you have lawyerly things to do?" She glanced at the time. "It's midday."
    "Fortunately, I'm the boss. There are advantages