“Damn it, Jenny, you know. You came into my office wearing that bikini. You dove into the pool in front of me.” I groan out loud at the next memory that hits me. “I’ve never seen anyone bend down like that in a yoga class.”

“Not fair.” Slowly, she raises her hands up to my wrists, curling her palms gently around the softer flesh there. “The teacher asked us to.”

“And you followed right along, didn’t you? You’re such a good student.” I run one of my hands up her arm to the line of her sleeve, then higher. She can’t help herself. She tilts her head into my palm, still watching me intently. At the word student, she flinches.

“I do my best.”

“Your best is killing me. It’s taking my attention from the business and putting it firmly....”

“Where?”

“On you,” I say it again, and she shivers beneath my hands. “On everything about you. I spend half my day waiting for you to knock on the doorframe, just so I can hear your voice. You know exactly what you were doing to me with that bathing suit.”

“I was proving my commitment to the job.” The cutest grin I’ve ever seen on a human being draws up the corners of her lips.

“Commitment to the job, my ass.”

“I am committed,” she pouts.

“Fine. Fine.” I know I’m the one who invited her. I know I’m the one who set this up. In our little game of tug of war, it was my turn to tug, and she came along willingly. I thought being in charge would put me back in the driver’s seat, and here I am, trying my damnedest not to look like I’m losing control. But the truth is I am losing control. The truth is I am losing more and more self-control every moment that I stand here, touching her. “Just tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?” She still has one hand wrapped around my wrist, and the other pressed to the back of my hand. It’s almost as if she’s afraid I’ll let go. As if letting go could make me want her any less. It would only make me want her more.

“How long are you going to do this to me?”

Jenny draws her bottom lip between her teeth. “Torture you with my very presence?”

“Yes.”