Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alice was tying his tie as he buttoned her blouse. Such a damn gentleman he didn’t even feel up the woman he’d just spent most of the night ravaging, and not so many minutes ago slathering with a soapy washcloth in the shower.
“There actually was a reason I came by last night.”
He leaned in and kissed her so slowly and gently, as if he had all day rather than a mere six minutes to get to his first meeting of the day.
“Nice, Dr. Darlington. Really, really nice.” Alice tried not to sigh like a schoolgirl. “But that wasn’t it.”
“Oh, well, worth a try.”
“Try again…”
He leaned back in eager as a teenager.
“Later.” She managed to complete her sentence and place a hand on his chest in time to stop his forward motion. If he kissed her like that again she’d be dragging
