“Just wear the robe, Lo.”
She took a step closer to him, but didn’t accept the garment he offered. “What is going on?”
“There are reflective surfaces in my condo. I’m sure you can see—on you—that is much more than ‘just a nightie.’”
Her gaze dropped again. Okay, so there was a healthy amount of cleavage on display. Not to mention thigh. Maybe a little ass cheek. Whatever.
She glanced up at Alex—and caught the flash of lust in his eyes. Possibly because there weren’t glasses to deflect the unexpected expression?
Something clicked in her brain.
“Alex—”
Oh, no way…
A smile spread slowly over her lips. “Oh, my God.”
He shook his head again. “Don’t make anything out of this.”
Too. Late.
Was she imagining this—or had something between them changed?
Holy cow!
Her body instantly gravitated to his as she took a step toward him, barely realizing it. “Alex—you’re hot for me.”
He groaned. “No, I’m not.”
“Liar.”
She’d seen that look before, after all. On other men.
Her gaze roved him from head to toe. He appeared thoroughly disgruntled. In a very sexy way. Completely unkempt. So not his style. His dark hair was unruly, which likely made him crazed, since he was an every-strand-in-its-proper-place kind of guy. He’d rolled up his sleeves and had loosened his tie. Something she’d never known him to do. He didn’t go for the disheveled look, but it totally worked for him. Especially with his current brooding, which made her skin tingle.
What if…?
Her breath hitched.
Maxi had nailed it—Alex had become tall, dark, and delicious. He was single and, alas, hetero as far as she knew.
Sure, Lola was unpredictable and impulsive. So very different from him in every conceivable way. Yet… opposites attracted, right?
But wait.
What the hell are you thinking?
Her spinning curiosity came to a screeching halt. Alex was so not her idea of a hot hookup.
Well, maybe it could be hot. He had chiseled facial features and broad shoulders. Really nice hands, with long, blunt-tipped fingers and neatly trimmed nails.
And though it seemed that he tried not to devour her with a hungry gaze… he did.
She beamed, rocking back and forth on her bare heels as exhilaration trilled down her spine. “When did this happen?”
He draped the robe over the high back of an upholstered stool and moved past her, heading toward the living room. Lola scurried behind him.
Alex whirled around and wagged one of those long fingers in her face. “You know you have a sexy body. All I’m asking is that you don’t flaunt your wares while you’re here.”