There was no need for Celia to set her alarm. She never went to sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her senses completely shattered by something as simple as a kiss.
No. That kiss could never ever be called simple.
She’d thought to go over her pitch. Mentally replay everything she wanted to say until it flowed seamlessly through her mind. But all she’d been able to do was lay there and wonder how she was going to manage to keep things with Evan on a strictly professional level.
He kissed like a dream.
He’d make love like a dream.
And the sick thing was she’d never find out.
She rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.
Celia, Celia.
The admonishment burned like acid on her tongue. She was walking a very tight, very dangerous line. It was bad enough that she was here
