Reflected Pleasures. Linda Conrad

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      The shock of him touching her again caused her to stand up without giving a thought to how close behind her he must be. She heard a crack as the top of her head connected with the bottom of his chin, and the blow knocked them both off balance.

      He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and twisted his body so he went down with her on top. Luckily his backside landed right in his own chair. Unluckily, she was sprawled out on his lap.

      “Uff. Sorry,” she said with a gasp.

      Not half as sorry as he was, Ty mused. “It’s my own fault for trying to help. I just thought I’d give you a hand dusting off. As usual, no good deed goes unpunished.”

      She turned in his lap and made a face. “That’s a terrible cliché, and not true at all. It was an accident.”

      Mercy. But he was being punished—every time she shifted against his groin. The non-sexy assistant had suddenly become a hot siren in his lap. And in a second, she was going to realize what it was doing to him.

      Ty fitted his hands around her waist and lifted her to her feet in as smooth a move as he could manage. “Shoes all in place now?”

      He waited to let go until he was sure she was steady. Then he backed off as fast as possible. He might need a little training in manners, but he certainly knew better than to be accused of sexual harassment.

      “Um. Everything’s fine.” She straightened her jacket.

      But it was too late for him. He’d already felt the truth of what lay underneath that drab black business suit.

      She was thin all right. Thin and curvy. Rounded bottom and tiny waist. It made him wonder about the rest.

      Ty had a feeling that from now on his attention was going to be focused exactly where she apparently didn’t want it. He’d wondered all along what she would look like in something besides those heavy clothes.

      It was no longer an idle thought. Now he would make it his mission to keep her around long enough to find out.