Cheryl didn’t move when he told her no the second time since she hd arrived at his office. He said it like he wanted her to believe it, but she saw the way his eyes betrayed him. The way they flicked down, then back up, trying to pretend he had not been looking at her.

He wanted her. She could see it.

She stood slowly, deliberate, her skirt riding a little higher with the motion. His gaze twitched again, locked on her face as if he hadn’t looked at all, but Cheryl knew better. ...