“Zach!” Her voice rang with frustration. “Why are you leaving? There’s no need—”
He met her gaze, and saw her puzzled look melt under the fiery heat of sexual chemistry. The brief exchange was so intimate, so deeply personal, he was surprised Philip didn’t cover his eyes.
Her eyes widened as she registered the reason for his tension.
In under a second she went from confident to deliciously confused.
“Right.” Her voice was a raw croak. “Well, okay. If you’re sure. Although I was pretty much done here anyway. Philip and I were just thinking through some options, that’s all.”
He was thinking through options, too.
Option one, tell Philip he was needed in the camp, lock the door and take Brittany right here on the desk without bothering to strip off her clothes.
Option two, take Brittany back to his cabin, strip her naked and have sex in every position known to man and a few known only to him.
Option three—
“Zach?”
Disturbed from a vision that was close to pornographic, he stirred. “What?”
Her cheeks were a hot pink. “What did you want?”
“Nothing.” Everything.
But one thing held him back.
He was the kind of trouble no woman needed in her life a second time, especially Brittany.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GO STRAIGHT HOME. Straight home. Call Pete, take a cab.
Do it now.
You are not going to follow Zach to his cabin. That would be stupid.
There was going to be a storm. The sensible thing would be to get home before it hit.
Brittany stood with her phone in her hand and her finger hovering over the call button.
Then she frowned.
They were both adults and both unattached. And they both wanted the same thing.
She’d seen the look in his eyes. If Philip hadn’t been in the room, that would have been it. It was a wonder they hadn’t set fire to all the stacks of paper on Philip’s desk.
Heart pounding, she dropped her phone into her bag.
Dusk was falling over the forest. Already it was cooler in the evenings, as if fall was trying to nudge summer to one side and take center stage.
She walked across the clearing, exchanged a few words with a couple of the camp staff who were restocking the cabins to be ready for the training week, and took the path that led past the beach and along the bay towards Zach’s cabin.
The sky was stormy, with black clouds threatening rain.
Nerves fluttered like butterflies in the pit of her stomach and she snatched in a breath.
She was an adult and she was making an adult decision. There was no reason to be nervous.