I pictured his breathtaking smile. The devilish way his eyes gleamed as he raked them over me. It's as if he wanted me. But this is James Holt, a natural charmer, and like I’ve said before, I could be reading it all wrong. It sure does take my mind off Kevin, though. It's a beautiful torture.

The image of him holding my panties had me sweaty, tossing and turning on the edge of sleep. I parted my legs and slowly slid my hand between my thighs. The second my fingertip touched the swollen flesh my clit throbbed in time with my pulse. My eyes squeezed shut as thoughts of James rushed in. The pads of his fingers trailing along my skin and his hot mouth tugging at my breasts. I touched myself the way I wanted James to touch me, as if it were his fingertips, his lips, his tongue. My breath came out in little puffs, soft whimpers. I didn't even have to be quiet, since now I lived alone. I bit down hard on my lip at the thought, but I needed this ache to go away. It bordered on painful. I've never wanted to have someone inside me so badly before. If only this was real. God, if only he was there with me, his fingers sliding over my wet skin, not mine. I lost myself to the sensation of it, the image of him. My thighs trembled with delicious tension as I pretended his fingers pushed inside me and a hand held my legs open as his tongue and lips savagely made me cry out his name in the darkness of my bedroom.

"Oh, hello. May I help you with something?" The voice slashed a hole in my thoughts, causing my feet to trip over themselves. I blinked and clutched the folder to my chest. I seriously had no clue where I was for a minute.

"I...um...I'm..." Holy crap. I kneaded the bridge of my nose with my fingers and chuckled. "Sorry. I'm a bit flustered. I'm Lexa Novak, from fact checking. Mr. Holt expressed a need to have this folder on his desk as soon as I came." I came? I wish I could come, with him. How the hell do I get these thoughts to shut the hell up? I had to get this impossible man out of my head. I was using thoughts of him to rid the crappy ones I was having of Kevin.

"I just got in myself. I was going to fetch him his morning coffee. I don't believe he's in yet, so could you maybe just go in and leave it on his desk? I'd appreciate it; I'm running a bit behind in my morning errands for him." The screen of her laptop was open to Facebook, her fingers paused mid-post, and a half naked man was sprawled out reading a book as her banner. Yeah, she was running very late.

"Sure thing," I chirped. Well, at least he wasn't here yet and I didn't have to see him. That was the whole point in coming this early. My fluttering insides calmed down quickly, shoving thoughts of his body crushing mine against my desk out of my mind.

His office door was a few feet away from her desk in a little alcove that hosted a strange purple potted plant. I spent a second staring at it, wondering what the hell planet it was from, then turned the knob to his office and walked in.

A sudden heart attack stopped me dead in my tracks. Everything moving and pulsing inside me came to a complete halt. My hands gripped the doorframe, a Holy God fell from my lips, and my limbs turned to jelly.

Steam hung heavily from the ceiling. It drifted into the office from an open door; a low rumble of music touched my ears.

I saw him before he noticed me. I couldn't even blink my eyes. You don't blink your eyes when you see heaven, you know, you might miss something.

He only noticed me when his eyes snapped up after he heard my bag and folder fall to the floor. The only thing he wore was a towel. A half a towel that hung low on his hips, and a ghost of smile tugging at his sinful lips. His eyes were full on green today, a striking effect against his tanned skin and wet hair.

The decent thing that I should have done was turn and walk out, but there wasn't a decent thought in my mind. Not a damn one. It was too filled with a tight chest, with muscles that twisted and moved just beneath golden skin. Perfectly sculpted, chiseled out of stone abs, and a hint of a deliciously shaped V running just under the towel.

"You're blushing, Ms. Novak," he whispered.

"And you're in a towel, Mr. Holt."

I covered my eyes. I knew it was too little too late, I had already drunk my eyes full and I needed to get the hell out of there before I humiliated myself even more. I pivoted on the balls of my high heels and was ready to run like hell, leaving everything on the floor.

"Don't! Don't go! Lex, wait!"

Then the half-naked, wet god was grabbing my arms and I was hyperventilating myself to near orgasm. "God, James. I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed," I said, covering my eyes. "Your assistant told me to just come in and leave it on your desk and… you said to just to bring it here as soon as I came."

"And you came?" He smirked.

I slapped him on the arm. "You're making it worse, Holt."

He chuckled. "It's okay. I hit the gym this morning and then showered here. Couldn't sleep." Holding up a finger, he turned, giving me a peek at the most insanely masculine sight of his muscular back, walked into a closet, and pulled out a pair of slacks. "Just hold on a sec, okay. Don't run." I was struck dumb. Paralyzed. Drool was probably dripping down in long strands from my lips.

He didn't come back in any better. Just switched his towel for a pair of black slacks, which I knew damn well had no underwear underneath them.

I folded my arms across my chest and looked him dead in the face. I thought about road kill, monsters that lurked in closets, and the time when I was seventeen and hit a squirrel with my car. Anything to stop thinking about his bare body hovering over me, or his wet lips sliding against my skin.

"I'd really like to talk to you about something," he started then stopped and winced. "Is this weird for you?" He stepped closer.

"Weird was the towel," I stammered, nervously.

"Good weird?" He took another step closer and I tasted a hint of that morning’s breakfast threaten a redecoration of his office walls.

My eyes went from him to his desk; my brain went from neatly stacked papers to me being thrown across them and him…okay stop. Just, no. Stupid, unstoppable giggles burst out of my mouth. I had two choices going on in my head: run or kiss him. Run or kiss him.

I could swear if I looked on my shoulder in that moment I'd see a little horny devil prodding me with an enormous penis-shaped pitchfork, chanting, "Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him."

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.

I stepped back, smoothed down my suit, and straightened my spine. His assistant poked her head in, waving a file of proofs and a cup of coffee. She stormed in with sharp clicking heels and didn't bat an eye at Holt's lack of clothes. My shoulders relaxed. This was a regular occurrence then. The smile he beamed at her was the same as he had given me earlier. So it wasn't only for me; there was absolutely nothing special about me, or this, or us. There was nothing at all.

He spoke with his assistant in hushed whispers as I shifted my body closer to the door. I wanted out.

Sophia walked in next, screeching at the top of her lungs about not being able to use any poetic license if he kept switching editors on her. As soon as she saw me, she abruptly stopped and frowned. Her eyes danced between James and me, her cheeks flamed, and she sneered at me under her breath, "Hmm. Holt’s half naked. Trying to climb up the ladder, Ms. Novak?"

"No, Ms. Willington, if I wanted to further my career here I'd just have Holt peek at my portfolio, I wouldn’t lower my standards to yours." I moved closer to her, my heart feeling like ice in my chest, rage and jealousy and hurt pumping through its cold, hardening chambers. "And what were you thinking to accomplish doing the in-house mail guy? I'm sure we could both agree how unsatisfactory that was."