Seducing the Heiress by Martha Kennerson Page B

waving a finger back and forth between them, “affect our ability to work together.”
    â€œIt won’t—”
    â€œI know, because we’re ending it now before we get in too deep, something neither of us wants,” Farrah said, fighting hard to keep the emotion out of her voice. “Once the divorce is final, we can forget this ever happened. Just go back to the way things were.”
    â€œYou really think that’s possible?” he asked.
    â€œOf course. We’re adults...not to mention professionals . We’ll get past this and things will get back to normal. My keys, please,” she said, gripping her bag’s handle with her left hand, while offering the palm of the other. “After all, we have clients to protect, not to mention a pretty big case to prepare for. Besides, it’s just sex that’s between us, right?”
    Robert looked down at her and offered up a small smile that disturbed her because it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Right, it’s just sex,” he conceded, placing the keys in her hand.
    Farrah gave a wordless nod, turned and walked out the door, leaving Robert standing in the middle of the small storage room.
    Who are you kidding? It was far more than just sex...at least to you, anyway.
    Farrah made it up to her apartment and into her bathroom, where she quickly removed her clothes. She opened the shower door and stepped under the warm spray, thanking her lucky stars for the automated shower system. Farrah didn’t care that it had cost her thousands of dollars. The body jets, the ability to pipe in music, and the fact that the shower turned on at just the right temperature thirty seconds after she pushed a button made it money well spent.
    Farrah stood under the oversize showerhead as the water rained down and the side sprays pelted her body. She relaxed into the wonder of wetness for a few moments, when she suddenly felt another presence in the room. Fear was not something that entered her mind. Her nipples tingled; an instant later, moisture pooled between her thighs. Her body knew exactly who the newcomer happened to be.
    Farrah smiled and without turning and delivering the scolding that she knew she should, she simply said, “You just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to join me and loofah my back?”
    Robert’s deep baritone laugh set her body on high alert, anticipating what was to come.
    Farrah turned to face him as she continued to wash herself. She watched his utility belt hit the travertine floors, followed by his boots and socks. His shirt was next, then the pants and finally his Calvin Klein underwear. Robert opened the door and joined her under the spray.
    â€œI came by to drop off my copy of your house key,” he said, taking the soap out of her hands. “I figured you’d want it back.”
    â€œSo, instead of waiting for me to get out of the shower, or better still giving it to me later—like at the office or in a couple of days when we leave for New York,” she asked, snickering as she enjoyed the sensation of his hands roaming all over her body, “you decided to watch me take a shower?”
    â€œYeah, that basically sums it up,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
    Farrah covered his mouth with her right hand. “It’s just sex...an almost-divorced couple just saying goodbye kind of thing. Closure, so to speak...agreed?”
    Robert stared into her eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved upward slightly. “Two people finding a little closure tonight. We’d better not waste a second.”
    Robert kissed Farrah gently on the lips. He used his index finger to raise her head skyward. “Close your eyes, sweetheart. Enjoy the sensation of me and the warm water,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth and down her chin to her neck. He nibbled and licked where her neck and shoulder met, one of her favorite spots. Robert ran his tongue along