Oh boy. His smoky voice had a way of stripping defenses I thought were solid. "I'm not your type. Too much school mistress and not enough model."
His left eyebrow kicked up. "Is that so? I had a crush on my fifth grade teacher so don't discount the effect. You know, you're a lot like her except you don't wear glasses. Long brown hair, pretty, slender but with curves in all the right places."
I squirmed, but refused to lower my gaze. I would not be defeated by his intensity, or his desire. But that didn't mean I didn't feel the responding tug between my thighs. I picked up the papers and handed them across the desk. "Let's just make one thing clear before the day is out. I'm not going to sleep with you, Reece."
He simply gave me a crooked smile, as if he knew differently. Jerk. "I don't
