“Still bitter, Ms. Lawyer?” Luke asked, pulling out a chair from our table and sat down.
“I was hoping for some excitement. I’m tired of all the plea deals,” I said.
He’d changed since work because now he wore a faded pair of jeans and a black fitted T-shirt that did everything for his muscled chest. My eyes traveled down to his thighs, which filled out his well-worn jeans. He had spread his legs in that confident sprawl that men used when relaxed. He leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, giving me a long considering look. The position caused his biceps to flex, which I couldn’t help but admire.
“Well, when you’re on the wrong side of the law, the wins are few and far between.” His mouth twitched with amusement.
“Oh, I’m on the wrong side of the law now, am I?” I responded. I was beginning to enjoy these interactions with Luke. I glanced over at Ashley, who mouthed, “What is happening right now?”
My eyes traveled around the room until I saw Jack leaning against the counter by the coffee machine in his department-issued navy-blue shirt, blue cargo pants, and boots. I flushed to find his eyes on mine. I couldn’t get the feel of his hands or lips out of my head. He made no move to grab a donut, so I asked, “Not hungry this morning?”
“Oh, I’m always hungry.” His eyes were steady on mine as he took a sip of coffee.
After the dream I had, I couldn’t help but take that comment literally. “You should eat an apple cider donut before they’re gone.” My heart pounding. I turned to grab a plate to hide my flushed face, but Jack grabbed my hand pulling me back. “Don’t worry about it, I can get it myself,” he said.
The movement knocked me off balance and I fell back onto his hard chest. His arm came around my middle to steady me. “Whoa there,” he whispered into my ear, as his body curled around mine. “I said I could get it myself. You’ve been on your feet all morning. Why don’t you sit down and rest?”
I heard the guys joking around me, but couldn’t follow their conversation. The room seemed to melt away and all I could think about was turning in Jack’s arms and kissing him.
“Samantha?” Jack’s voice caressed my ear again.
“Yeah?” I asked, breathing in the smell of coffee, and leaning my head back a little to look up at him. His eyes crinkled in amusement and his lips tilted up into a smile.
“Are you going to sit down?”
His chest was warm on my back, and my hands instinctively gripped his bare forearms, which wrapped around my waist. I wanted to sink back into him even more, but I reluctantly moved out of his hold, immediately feeling the loss of warmth.
“Why?” My voice softened. In all the time I’d known Logan, he was light-hearted and fun. This was the first real emotion I’d seen from him and I wanted to know more. “Why shouldn’t I work for your dad, Logan?” A current sizzled between us and his eyes darkened.
He leaned down until his mouth was by my ear. “You’re playing with fire.”
The feel of his breath across the shell of my ear made me shiver. I wasn’t sure if he meant because I’d asked about his dad or our sudden proximity. Did he feel the pull between us? Being this close to him, feeling the warmth of his body, I wanted to play with fire. I unconsciously leaned closer to his body and imagined his hand moving higher to my neck, cupping my head as he tilted me the way he wanted—.
“Hey! I hear congratulations are in order. Sawyer said you got the job,” Luke said as I guiltily jumped back from Logan.
Lea Coll is an author, attorney, and stay at home mom. After years of legal writing, she enjoys the freedom that comes with writing fiction. She plots stories while fetching snacks and running back and forth to her kids’ activities.
She currently resides in Maryland with her family.