There were still too many factors to consider before they took that next step. For one thing, she and Daniel had started going out only a couple of weeks ago. When it came to pleasure, she fully endorsed the idea that a woman should choose when, with whom, and which way she wanted to receive it. But as for her personal dating life, Samiah preferred to take things slow. She didn’t have a standard timetable—at least not anymore—but she had to be sure about a person before she allowed things to get physical.

At the very least she and Daniel should wait until after they were done with the Leyland Group project, just in case Owen Caldwell decided to sneak a no-fraternizing rule in the employee handbook while she wasn’t looking.

Yes, she should wait. Waiting was the proper thing to do—the smart thing.

Samiah still wasn’t entirely convinced her reasoning held much water, but it was the only rationalization she’d managed to come up with that explained why they were on this sofa instead of in her bed, burning off the calories from breakfast in the most naked, sweatiest way possible.

She tore her focus away from the sight of the subtly defined muscles undulating underneath his T-shirt as he kneaded her soles, bringing her attention back to the laptop resting on her thighs. She’d spent an hour collaborating with Daniel on the best solution to address the Leyland Group’s security vulnerabilities, but then Samiah had switched to working on Just Friends. She’d made a commitment to herself to get this app done, and she was no longer willing to compromise.

She’d been struggling with this latest design issue for days now. For some reason, whenever she tried to toggle between users, it would lock up on her.

Samiah growled.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his forehead furrowing beneath the rim of his eyeglass frames. She’d learned about the glasses only when he’d lost a contact during their hike in Bastrop last weekend. She’d asked him to keep wearing them because Daniel Collins in glasses was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen in her life. He rubbed her foot. “You hit a roadblock?”

“Just a speed bump.” At least when she compared it to the other headaches waiting for her. “It’s driving me crazy because this was supposed to be the easy part.”

She picked up the sticky-note pad and began to jot down thoughts.

“Uh-oh,” Daniel said. “I know things are getting serious when you break out the Post-its.”