CHAPTER SEVEN
“We can’t do this,” she managed, her chest heaving. “We can’t. I work for you.”
“Right now, I don’t care,” Drew answered, his green eyes blazing with whiskey, unshed tears, and desire. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” she admitted. “But we can’t do this. It’s... dangerous. For both of us.”
“You don’t understand. I haven’t been this interested in a woman in forever,” Drew told her. “Twelve years, to be exact.”
Trixie’s eyes went wide.
“But... but... you don’t even know me,” she stammered. “Or anything about me.”
“But I want to,” he countered. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my brain since you walked into my office.”
Despite her best efforts she could feel herself blushing with pleasure. Well, well. Guess it’s not one-sided after all.
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