to bring a man to his knees. That image had burned itself into his brain and wouldn’t go away.
Even now, she looked damn good in denim shorts that complemented the curvaceous swell of her hips and a tank top that fit perfectly over firm breasts. This was the first time he had seen her wearing anything other than a business suit, and she looked just as beautiful. She also looked good wearing nothing at all, which is how his mind was fixed on remembering her. At that moment, although he wished otherwise, physical desire was shooting through him from all angles.
Shana suddenly broke eye contact with him, and he knew why. There was no denying the sexual chemistry blatantly stirring the air between them.
“Look, Jace,” she said, easing to her feet. “I really don’t care how you found out where I live, but I think you should leave.”
He drew in a deep breath and took a step back. He should leave as she suggested, but first he had to make his case. “Are you going to let this attraction between us stop you from doing the right thing with Granger, Shana?”
“Are you?” she fired back.
Jace swore under his breath, and for the next few moments said nothing. Then when he was sure he had himself together, he said with staid calm, “That day I met you at Vannon’s, you were with me all the way, and you understood what needed to be done at Granger. And I know you’ve come across things in those reports that you’re questioning, because I sure am. Now is not the time for you to walk away because we can’t put a lid on this sexual chemistry between us, Shana.”
“For all you know, I could already be involved with someone,” she snapped.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Are you?”
Shana thought she could easily lie to him but decided to be evasive instead. “What do you think?”
His burning eyes kept locked to hers. “I don’t think you would have done what you did with me if you were involved with someone else. I have no reason to question your character.”
She was glad to hear that. “No, I’m not involved with anyone and haven’t been seriously for about two years now.” She paused a moment and then asked, “So what do you suggest we do about this attraction? Pretend it doesn’t exist? We tried it, and that didn’t work, Jace.” She drew in a frustrated breath. “I let you take me on a desk, damn it.”
Shana’s saying it made more images flash through Jace’s mind, and from the look in her eyes, those same images had flashed through hers, as well. “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” Shana was trying not to be angry at him, because what had happened Friday was just as much her fault as it was his. He hadn’t forced her into doing what she did.
“If things were different and we’d met under normal circumstances, would you be fighting this thing between us?”
She weighed his question and gave him an honest answer. “No.”
“Then why are you doing so now?”
A frown settled on her features. “Because you are my client and my rule is not to—”
“I know your rule,” he interrupted to say. “And I respect it. But considering everything, I think you need to reconsider and make us an exception.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you, and I believe that you want me. And there’s no reason not to explore what’s there.”
Shana shook her head. He’d said it like that should settle it and there shouldn’t be any discussion on the matter. Now was her chance to deny what he’d said, but she couldn’t. “You had me, Jace, and I had you,” she said in frustration.
“Yes, and if you thought what we did in your office would be the end of it, then we wouldn’t be having this discussion. But we both know it’s not. If anything, I want you more than ever.”
And heaven help her, she wanted him just as much. What was there about Jace Granger that had her juices flowing? And why did she constantly think of making love to him again...and again? The attraction between them was too amazing and way too downright powerful. She’d never come across anything like this before in her life. She’d been attracted to Jonathan from the first, but nothing like this. It had been months before he’d gotten as close to her as Jace had in four weeks, and nothing had been as spontaneous as her ripping