Emma stood with a nod and smoothed her skirt. Her long dark hair was streaked with lighter browns and tumbled around her shoulders in big curls. His palms itched to feel the silky strands running through his fingers and he turned away to get himself under control. Thankfully they wouldn’t have to spend much time in the office together or he might slowly go mad with distraction.

“This way,” he said, leading her from the room and down a short corridor to another closed and locked ...