CHAPTER TEN

Oh God!

Bree has always known of her attraction to her host, from that still hazy first night at the bar to the morning after when she'd walked into his kitchen to find him shirtless and on his way to burning down the damn room in an attempt to cook.

But that electrifying bolt of desire that had shot through her at the brief press of his supple lips against hers, that had been unexpected.

And she wasn't sure she liked it, no she didn't.

She hadn't seen that one coming. He shouldn't have kissed her for God's sake.

She'd caught onto his game at some point after she'd interrupted their meeting, figured he'd been trying to give the lawyer Something to talk about when he leaves.

You know, get the word spread across town faster, of their little involvement, with only little effort, and they'd been doing fine without the kiss.

She's fickle and confused enough at the moment to add a sizzling sexual desire.

And her body wasn't listening to the