So very, very hot.
Those beads of perspiration from earlier in the morning sprang to life at her nape. She’d gotten more than she’d bargained for with that little stunt of hers. She’d hoped to make the point that theory versus practical application was much too mind-bending, what with all the statistics and data he could likely spout on any given topic.
Then she’d gotten caught up in the moment. Severely, wholly, lustfully caught up in the moment.
Now she suffered the physical, rather than the intellectual, effects of Dr. Ryan Donovan.
As her clit throbbed with scorching arousal and need, she tried to regroup. But even with a shell-shocked Avril shooting laser beams into Maxi’s brain, her nipples remained taut enough to cause a hint of discomfort and a huge amount of distraction.
Thoughts of that red-hot kiss, Ryan’s strong arms around her, and his brick wall of a chest that she’d been plastered to refused to leave her head.
Avril finally came out of her shocked disbelief and said, “Maxi, you have a one o’clock with Shipping.”
“Right.” She focused on getting her bearings. Remembered that she was at work. Working. To solve a very complex and potentially detrimental problem.
Concentrate!
Avril added, “I’ll clean up your lunch.”
“You should come to the meeting as well, Einstein,” Maxi said to Ryan.
He smirked at her.
And her nerve endings flamed.
“Do you insist on calling me that?” he asked in a glib tone.
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“For the time being, yes.”
Christ, the way her heart thundered, she needed to remind herself that he was the brainiac invading her turf. Unfortunately, Maxi suddenly had the intense craving to sleep with the enemy.
That set off all kinds of warning bells. None of which overpowered her desire.
He said, “Fine. I’ll go collect my iPad for notes and meet you—where?”
Avril told him, “The conference room by your office.”
“Fantastic.” He stood and tugged the hem of his suit jacket, as though…
Whoa!
Hold the phone!
It had occurred to Maxi while Ryan had been kissing her that he was hard. But somehow when Avril had interrupted them—busted them—she’d buried the thought. Now it came back to her on a rush of holy crap—I did that to him!
She bit back a sassy grin. He seemed to take note and gave her a slight scowl. A behave! look.
He sounded perfectly composed as he told Avril, “Thank you for directing me to the appropriate location.” He turned and strode to the doorway.
Maxi watched him go, wishing like hell his jacket didn’t cover his ass. She was dying to get a good look at it.
Well, that was an understatement. Looking wasn’t all she wanted to do…
“Maxi!” Avril all but barked.
Maxi let out a long-suffering sigh. Tore her gaze from Einstein’s stealthy retreat. And those impossibly broad shoulders, tapered waist, long legs.