“And is Josh a good boss?”
“The best. Here we are.” She came to a halt in front of a door. “He’ll be finished soon. You can go in and wait if you like.”
“What’s he—”
But Sally was already gone.
Lexi hesitated for a moment, then turned the handle and pushed open the door. She blinked a couple of times as she took in the scene. The room was square, with white walls, no furniture, and one mirrored wall. Two men were fighting, doing some sort of kung-fuey thing. She recognized Josh and stood for a minute in the doorway, watching him.
He was dressed in black drawstring pants and nothing else.
Holy crap. He’s hot.
The pants hung low on his hips, revealing a stomach ridged with muscle and a broad chest with a light sprinkling of golden hair. His shoulders were broad, and he moved with the lethal grace of a big cat.
He whirled around and kicked out, hitting the other guy in the chest, which brought him face-to-face with Lexi. He went motionless, one leg still in the air, eyes locked on her small figure. The other man took advantage of his distraction and swept Josh’s legs out from under him. Josh crashed to the floor.
He lay there staring at the ceiling, and Lexi took a hesitant step into the room.
The other man turned to look at her, a rueful expression crossing his face. “I should have known there was a reason I got the drop on him.” He was dressed the same as Josh, and a quick glance showed he was pretty gorgeous himself, but somehow her gaze kept straying back to Josh.
Maybe he was hurt. He had recently broken his leg. But he didn’t look in pain. She wasn’t sure what he looked. Was he angry she’d come here?
The other man glanced between the two of them. “I take it you two know each other?”
Josh rolled easily to his feet. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Pete, this is Lexi. Lexi, this is Pete. Pete, get out.”
He grinned. “Sure thing, sarge.”
She stepped to the side. As he walked passed her, he gave a quick nod. “Mrs. Slater.” He pulled the door shut behind him, leaving her alone in the room with a half-naked Josh. She tried not to stare; really, she did—super hard. And she failed even harder. So she gave in and looked her fill.
They’d had sex last night, but she hadn’t really seen him. Mainly because he’d kept all his clothes on. Which had seemed extra sexy at the time. But nearly-naked Josh was far sexier than clothed Josh. She made another feeble attempt to look away, only to get hooked on his image in the mirror behind him. He had a really great ass and a smooth golden back with a round scar on his left shoulder like a bullet wound.
He also had a tattoo down his left arm, some sort of writing, but she couldn’t see what it said—she’d have to get a lot closer to do that. She edged toward him. His whole body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat. He hadn’t moved since the other man left, but now he turned and strode to the side of the room, grabbed a towel from the floor, and wiped it across his face and then his chest.
He opened his mouth to speak, but then he closed it again and rubbed the towel over his short hair.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
His eyes widened in surprise at the question. “Yeah.”
“Was that Kung-fu?”
His lips twitched. “Sort of. Mixed martial arts. You want to try?”
“I don’t—” The words were snatched from her mouth as he moved faster than she could have imagined and hooked a foot around the back of her leg. Then she was falling. She let out a yelp as his hands caught her shoulders and lowered her so she lay on her back. She swallowed, then blinked. “What was that for?”
He released his hold and straightened. “Payback for distracting me.”
“Oh.” She should move, but she lay there staring up at him where he stood, legs parted, feet on either side of her hips. Her skin prickled where he’d touched, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from the bulge at his groin. Was it getting bigger?
It was definitely getting bigger.
Heat curled in her belly, warmth spreading through her limbs. She shifted, and his eyes narrowed, then he spun around and stepped away.
When he turned back to her, his face was expressionless. “I was going to call you later.”
She pushed herself to her feet, brushing herself down. “I’m sorry to disturb you. But your assistant brought me down here. I would have waited.”
He swiped his tongue along his lower lip, and she had a sudden flashback to last night. His mouth between her thighs, his tongue… Heat washed over her, her body suddenly heavy and sensitive and…this was so not the time. They needed to talk. Besides, he’d made it very clear that last night was a one off. And he still believed she’d seduced him on purpose. Ha. As if she’d know how.
Because if I did…
He shrugged. “It’s not a problem.”