For one stupid, dangerous second, I almost leaned in-almost.

Then my brain kicked back in. This was Lucien Hayes, chaos incarnate wrapped in Armani.

"In your dreams," I jerked away from him, nearly tumbling backward in my haste to escape his lap. My legs wobbled as I stood, and I smoothed down his shirt.

Lucien lounged back on the couch, a wide grin spreading across his face as he watched me flounder. The bastard was enjoying this.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I paced left to right, unable to ...