door in day care."
Logan snatched it from her hand and stuffed it into his breast pocket. "Shane settle in okay? I was worried."
"You weren't alone, but he'd already made a friend by the time I left."
"Have you been crying?"
"Nah."
"You sure he's okay?"
Melody's smiled blossomed. "He's great."
"Thank God." With a relieved sigh, Logan ran a hand through his hair and caught a garter in the nose. Reminded of the spectacle he presented, he swore.
"I
told
you the zipper was busted."
Logan noticed, in his peripheral vision, a curious throng hovering just out of range. To keep them from hearing, he got up close and personal, and his body jumped to attention, aggravating him the more. "Just hustle your sweet little ass down the hall and into the office," he said. "Do not say a word. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200."
"Aye, aye—"
"One more word…"
Mel shut her mouth. Lucky for her, she knew when to fold.
Side by side, they walked, she as sedate as could be, while he carried the large bag of heavy-duty lingerie strategically placed before him.
Both of them nodded and smiled to the people they met along the way… until Melody leaned close. "I gotta tell you, Kilgarven , that bra in your pocket really pops with navy pinstripes, but when you trip over the garter belt dangling from that bag, you're not gonna look half so dignified."
AN hour later, Logan was still fuming. Did Melody simply stumble on trouble, or did she suck adversity up like Super-Magnet? He was beginning to think that he would find her picture next to
loose cannon
in the dictionary.
Man, if the office grapevine didn't spontaneously combust today, it never would. Half the staff had watched the sexy witch and her erotic assortment turn him into the kinky devil she considered him… horny.
He had never been as humiliated, or stimulated, over anything in his life, and he couldn't seem to release the volcano of frustrated ire boiling inside him. He might have, if he'd been given the satisfaction of strangling Melody after their erotic parade, but the opportunity had not presented itself.
Then again, he could be arrested for what he really wanted to do to her. Logan sighed in self-disgust. Hard to believe that he had come to pride himself on his impeccable reputation as a serious businessman, as a man in control… until Melody Seabright had opened her door and turned him into a ticking time bomb of thundering testosterone.
Time to vent might at least have helped him get over the flaming humiliation, but no, when they got to their office, who did they find but Gardner waiting for them.
Seeing the boss had prompted Logan to snatch the yellow bra from his pocket and shove the male-thrumming wisp into the brocade bag. Then he grabbed the red garter belt Melody had kindly rescued before it tripped him and deposited the bawdy hoard into their bathroom. The Ice Man did not need another meltdown. His libido had already cost the station a fortune in residuals.
God knew, Mel's outfits were turn-on enough; nobody should have to suffer the added discomfort of knowing what she wore beneath them. Her fashion show had long since begun and as if to prove his thoughts, she came out modeling yet another seductive little number for Gardner's lecherous perusal.
Logan's heart sped, his palms sweat. Yes, he was a lecher as well, a frustrated one. He'd seen and touched, even inhaled the perfume on most of the gossamer and lace that caressed every hidden inch of Melody's soft, porcelain skin.
He bit back an oath and shifted in his seat. If he had a modicum of self-respect, he would leave the room, the station, maybe take a job in another country. He might have to sign into a detox center, though, or be locked away for good, to get Melody Seabright out of his simmering blood.
But Logan didn't make a move, not to stand and leave, nor even to turn his head. He didn't so much as bat an eye, because he didn't want to miss one incredible moment of Melody's scintillating
Logan snatched it from her hand and stuffed it into his breast pocket. "Shane settle in okay? I was worried."
"You weren't alone, but he'd already made a friend by the time I left."
"Have you been crying?"
"Nah."
"You sure he's okay?"
Melody's smiled blossomed. "He's great."
"Thank God." With a relieved sigh, Logan ran a hand through his hair and caught a garter in the nose. Reminded of the spectacle he presented, he swore.
"I
told
you the zipper was busted."
Logan noticed, in his peripheral vision, a curious throng hovering just out of range. To keep them from hearing, he got up close and personal, and his body jumped to attention, aggravating him the more. "Just hustle your sweet little ass down the hall and into the office," he said. "Do not say a word. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200."
"Aye, aye—"
"One more word…"
Mel shut her mouth. Lucky for her, she knew when to fold.
Side by side, they walked, she as sedate as could be, while he carried the large bag of heavy-duty lingerie strategically placed before him.
Both of them nodded and smiled to the people they met along the way… until Melody leaned close. "I gotta tell you, Kilgarven , that bra in your pocket really pops with navy pinstripes, but when you trip over the garter belt dangling from that bag, you're not gonna look half so dignified."
AN hour later, Logan was still fuming. Did Melody simply stumble on trouble, or did she suck adversity up like Super-Magnet? He was beginning to think that he would find her picture next to
loose cannon
in the dictionary.
Man, if the office grapevine didn't spontaneously combust today, it never would. Half the staff had watched the sexy witch and her erotic assortment turn him into the kinky devil she considered him… horny.
He had never been as humiliated, or stimulated, over anything in his life, and he couldn't seem to release the volcano of frustrated ire boiling inside him. He might have, if he'd been given the satisfaction of strangling Melody after their erotic parade, but the opportunity had not presented itself.
Then again, he could be arrested for what he really wanted to do to her. Logan sighed in self-disgust. Hard to believe that he had come to pride himself on his impeccable reputation as a serious businessman, as a man in control… until Melody Seabright had opened her door and turned him into a ticking time bomb of thundering testosterone.
Time to vent might at least have helped him get over the flaming humiliation, but no, when they got to their office, who did they find but Gardner waiting for them.
Seeing the boss had prompted Logan to snatch the yellow bra from his pocket and shove the male-thrumming wisp into the brocade bag. Then he grabbed the red garter belt Melody had kindly rescued before it tripped him and deposited the bawdy hoard into their bathroom. The Ice Man did not need another meltdown. His libido had already cost the station a fortune in residuals.
God knew, Mel's outfits were turn-on enough; nobody should have to suffer the added discomfort of knowing what she wore beneath them. Her fashion show had long since begun and as if to prove his thoughts, she came out modeling yet another seductive little number for Gardner's lecherous perusal.
Logan's heart sped, his palms sweat. Yes, he was a lecher as well, a frustrated one. He'd seen and touched, even inhaled the perfume on most of the gossamer and lace that caressed every hidden inch of Melody's soft, porcelain skin.
He bit back an oath and shifted in his seat. If he had a modicum of self-respect, he would leave the room, the station, maybe take a job in another country. He might have to sign into a detox center, though, or be locked away for good, to get Melody Seabright out of his simmering blood.
But Logan didn't make a move, not to stand and leave, nor even to turn his head. He didn't so much as bat an eye, because he didn't want to miss one incredible moment of Melody's scintillating
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