He does the same and when his gaze locks with mine, I feel a shiver run through me.
I can’t make out all of his features, but it’s obvious that he’s gorgeous. He has dark hair and a chiseled jaw and when he slides his suit jacket off, I long for him to open each of the buttons on his white dress shirt.
He does. He unbuttons them one-by-one and as he reaches the last, he stops and leans both hands on the glass.
I hold my breath wanting more, but then he turns abruptly, walks away from the window and leaves me wondering when I’ll see him again.