Chapter Nine
Baxter’s grin turned wicked. “Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”
“And? Is it working?”
He languidly shrugged one shoulder. “Dunno. Depends what you’re after, I suppose…”
Shit. She was trying not to allow things to move too quickly between them, but it didn’t seem to be working. The flirtation kept winning out, their apparent chemistry doing battle with her sensible side—and winning.
“Chocolate?” she said brightly, snatching up the box and thrusting it in his direction.
He narrowed his eyes at her for a fraction of a second, probably fully aware that she was changing the subject. Then he smiled and reached towards the box. “I thought you’d never ask. Hmm… what have we got here then?” He snagged a miniature stick of dark chocolate and slipped it between his lips, then
