“As far as lunch breaks go....” I breeze past him into my office. I saw him looking at me when I got in this morning. It only took me twenty minutes to stop blushing. “It could have been worse.” A bird could have shat on me right at the end of my phone conversation, for example.

Roman follows me into the office, and I try to calm the heat low in my belly by going around my desk and sitting down. Out of habit, I pull up the social media account manager I use, the pictures flickering to life on the screen. Read the room, I think. Read it.…

Maybe he does read the room, but he bulldozes right past my vibe, coming around behind my chair.

Instantly, I want him there. I’m so attuned to him that the heat from his body warms me up, even though we’re not touching. Roman leans over my chair, pointing at the computer screen. “Talk to me about this account.” It’s a cover, and I know it. He just wants to be close to me.

“People can see us,” I say out of the corner of my mouth.

“No one is watching.” His voice is low, his breath is on my ear, and I am melting into my chair. “You practically sprinted out of the suite last night. I hope I didn’t do anything to...offend you.”

I want to lean my neck into his lips just to feel them on my skin, but I don’t. The act of resistance takes up almost every bit of my willpower. I have to engage my core to fight it. At least I’ve done a ton of planks. “I didn’t want to take advantage. I didn’t want to be...shady.”

I still don’t want to be shady. “This is my resort. It’s not shady unless I say it is.”

“That’s not true.” Now his lips do brush the side of my neck, and I wish I had a spare pair of panties in my purse. Why didn’t I plan for this? “There are...moral standards.”

“Go out with me.”

There it is, right in the open. A waterfall of sheer excitement washes down my spine. “Don’t joke.”

“Do I sound like I’m joking to you?” He nips my earlobe. Oh, God, he actually does it.

“No. You don’t. I just don’t quite believe it.” The words come out on a gasp, the opposite of what a cool, sexy, confident woman would do.

Roman’s laugh is a low rumble that lights me on fire. “We can talk about what you believe or don’t believe at dinner.” He pauses. “Though if you don’t want this, you can tell me.”