His eyes dropped to where her hand rested—right on his manhood.
Emma followed his gaze, her mind racing as she tried to understand his shocked silence, broken only by that one word.
The truth of where her hand rested hit her like lightning, and she gasped sharply. “Oh, my goodness!”
He pulled back quickly, and she fell straight to the floor. She rubbed her backside and looked up at him, wincing.
Ezra hurried to his seat, clearly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry about that,” he said, his voice full of regret.
She exhaled sharply and stood up. She brushed off her clothes and stole a quick look at him, only to see that he was now focused on the files on his desk.
Confusion washed over her. Did he not recognize her? The thought bothered her, and her heart raced, pushing her to want to run f
