And there was that little ethical dilemma again. She wanted to lean forward and kiss him. She wanted to taste his coffee order on his tongue and feel his five o’clock shadow against her skin, but if she did that, she could guarantee that in a few short minutes he’d have her sprawled across her desk, naked from the waist down and gleefully letting Alejandro play her like a fiddle. Literally. Again. And this time, someone would absolutely hear.

She sucked in a harsh breath. A groan slipped past her lips as she pushed her chair back from her desk, away from the temptation of his mouth.

Once again, Alejandro’s eyes softened in understanding. “Don’t worry. I made a promise. I won’t touch you.”

She huffed a laugh. “I’m more worried about myself right now.”

He straightened, that sexy smile back on his face. “Good. Have dinner with me tonight?”

The past few minutes had been a lot for her to process, especially on a day when she usually only tried to think and failed. But as it happened, she didn’t need much energy to think about her answer. In fact, she didn’t need to think at all. She bit back a smile and nodded.

A look of relief washed over his face, as if he’d really thought there was even a sliver of a chance she’d turn him down. Just the thought of that made her smile widen.

“Alright, I’m going to go before I do something rash,” he announced, standing up straight and smoothing a hand down his tie and then adjusting his belt buckle. Deja followed the path of his hand and licked her lips. “Yep, I need to get out of here.”

She nodded absentmindedly, still watching his belt buckle.

He walked around her desk and leaned over her to dip his head. He brushed his mouth along hers in a chaste kiss.

She closed her eyes briefly and lifted her chin toward him as he pulled away, a small whimper falling from her lips. When she opened her eyes, he was smiling down at her. The man never stopped smiling, and she loved it.

She cleared her throat. “You said you’d keep your hands to yourself,” she whispered.

He moved his head to brush his lips along her cheek to her ear. “I didn’t say anything about my mouth,” he whispered to her.

Deja’s blood was pounding in her veins as she watched Alejandro snatch his cup from her desk and walk to the door. He turned to her, one hand on the doorknob, and winked before pulling the door open. He lifted his cup to his mouth to hide his smile, once again leaving her speechless and panting.

She slumped back in her chair with a foolish smile on her face.

Seven

Friday Night