Jen jerked suddenly. She needed to get a grip on herself, especially on the lust that galloped through her.
“You have all that?” RJ asked her, his eyes on her vacant eyes. She hadn’t really heard a word he’d said, but she knew what he wanted. Repelling him was more important than this project.
***
Three days later, a single light over her desk at the office was all that Jennifer needed to illuminate the drawings in front of her. There was little comfort working late, though it was probably better than staying home and mooning over Michael’s leaving. She really missed him, no longer having the luxury of his familiar presence to keep her heart, or her body warm. It had been such a convenient relationship.
And yet now, staring down at RJ’s scrawl, trying to decipher his curious hieroglyp
