“Then kissing me was probably not a good idea.”
“No, it wasn’t,” he said. Sweeping his arm around behind him, he trailed his fingertips down the length of her leg and elevated her foot onto the cushions stacked at the end of the couch. “Tell me what happened upstairs at CI.”
He didn’t kiss her again, although she got the sense that he wanted to by the way his interest flicked to her mouth and over her body. Flattered by his attention, Zara’s arousal didn’t cool, but it was obvious he had returned to business, insinuating that they probably weren’t going to explore their attraction further, at least for tonight.
“Nothing,” she said. “They didn’t see me. I listened for a while and then I left.”
“Grant didn’t see you?”
Now that they’d acknowledged the want of their bodies, it was easier
