He obviously isn’t too drunk to catch my slip up and to take advantage of it.

“Sorry, Sam. This is not happening tonight. You’re wasted.”

I pull his hand out from under my shirt. He grumbles in protest.

“I’m not having sex with someone who is drunk and won’t even remember it tomorrow,” I explain.

I feel him smile against my neck.

“So you would if I wasn’t drunk?” he asks.

“I guess you’ll never know now, will you? You just blew your one big opportunity. Any chance with me is gone forever. Getting drunk and coming over here was a bad idea. What can I say? You screwed up.”

“Now I’m sad,” he says in a pitiful voice.

He really does sound sad. Sam has probably never heard the word ‘no’ from a woman. Maybe it’s time he learned he can’t get everything he wants. Resisting him is not going to be a problem for me, so he’d better get used to it.

“Can I have a kiss to make me feel better?” he asks, his voice already sounding cheerful again. His sorrow didn’t last long.

“No,” I snap back at him.

He nibbles at my earlobe.

“One little kiss,” he whispers into my ear. “That’s all and then I’ll be good. I promise.”

Oh, you’re plenty good already.

Heat floods through my body. I want to curl up into his lap, slide my fingers through his hair, and hold onto him until the sun comes up.

“Lila,” he breathes slowly against my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Kiss me.”

He’s not going to give up. Sam is trying his best to seduce me, and his plan is working. There’s no point in denying what he is doing to me. My defenses are melting underneath his hands and the warm breath in my ear.

I’ve put myself in a bad situation both personally and professionally.

My job is to get close enough to Sam to place the surveillance equipment and gather information to build a case. Having sex with Sam is not in my job description.

On the other hand, so what if I’m physically attracted to Sam? I’m a grown woman. I can do anything I want, including closing my eyes and leaning in to kiss the sexy man holding me on his lap.

Plus, I’m tired and it’s the middle of the night. I can’t think straight.

What’s the possible harm in one little kiss?

“One kiss and one kiss only,” I finally say, caving in.