She shook her head and sat down as he was clicking his seat belt back on. Damien was wearing black pants, sandals, and a white T-shirt with a black stripe. It was made of stretchy fabric that showed her quite clearly he managed to squeeze time at the gym into his busy schedule.

It just wasn’t fair that he was so hot and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Except sit there with beaded nipples.

Mandy looked up from fastening her own seat belt and realized Damien’s eyes were pinned on her chest. The chest with the beaded nipples.

His expression was inscrutable, but he said, “You need a blanket,” and pressed the button for the flight attendant.

Oh, dear, God.

She was mortified.

Yet her uncooperative body was gleefully warming up from the inside out, reacting to being so close to a virile man.

Virile? Where the hell had that word come from? Mandy crossed her legs tightly. She was pregnant! The last thing she needed was more virility in her life. Any more virility and she’d be having quadruplets.

The flight attendant smiled at them. “Can I help you?”

“We need a blanket.”

What was this “we” business? Of course, he was probably embarrassed and wanted to get her covered up. As the flight attendant searched the overhead compartment for a blanket, Mandy scrunched in her seat toward the aisle, away from Damien. She could smell him, a light masculine cologne intermingling with the scent of fabric softener.

He seemed like the type to be overenthusiastic with the fabric softener. His neatness was legendary around the office. In the bottom door of his desk he kept a dust buster, to suck up the crumbs from his lunch.

“Thank you.” She took the blanket being held out to her and peeled it out of the plastic bag.

“Thanks.” Damien nodded to the flight attendant.

The woman, attractive and neat, smiled at Damien. “You’re welcome. Is this your first trip to Punta Cana?”

“Yes.” And he smiled back.

He actually smiled. The man who never smiled to Mandy’s knowledge, not that she had much, she realized. It wasn’t as if she ever saw him, since she was usually hiding behind a cubicle wall or slipping into the copier room when she heard his voice approaching. But he wasn’t known for being the life of the party. Yet here he was smiling at the flirty flight attendant with the big breasts and sleek blond hair.

Mandy snapped the blanket open, aware that this woman was probably more Damien’s type than she was anyway. Not that she wanted to be his type. She was just hormonal and celibate and plagued by dreams of those stupid, freaky, blue eyes of his.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous there. You’ll love it.”

“I’m sure we will. We’re looking forward to it.”