"The schedule, Ms. Harper?"
She rattled off my appointments in that professional voice she used when trying to maintain distance. But I noticed how her breath hitched when my thumb traced circles on her shoulder and her legs crossed and uncrossed as she spoke.
"And at five-thirty, you have..." She trailed off as I leaned closer, pretending to look at her tablet screen.
"Mhmm?" I breathed against her ear.
"The... the board meeting..." Her voice wavered.
"Cancel everything after five." My hand slid down to her waist. "We're having dinner tonight."
"Oh! Are we meeting potential clients?"
"No clients." I tugged her closer until our thighs touched. "Just you and me."
"Just the two of us?" she murmured, a note of confusion in her voice.
"Mm-hmm." I let my fingers drift from her waist t
