Temptation clouds my brain, and he's not even in the same room. How on earth will I cope at the poker table?
Live by the sword, die by the sword. Defeated by my own weapon.
It would be so easy to walk into the lounge, sans the blouse, and let Lee know exactly how I feel.
You're one hell of a sexy bloke, Lee, and I can't get you out of my mind, I could tell him.
I can't concentrate on poker with you around, I could tell him.
Make love to me, Lee. We have thirteen minutes. That's all I need to think straight again.
Yeah, right. That would be emotional blackmail, pure and simple. I remember the little girl who needs another blast of chemo worth a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, the little girl who is half Lee and who has his eyes. I've never met her but I know her name is Lea and I also know there is nothing I wouldn't do to save her life.
Damn. Lee's standing in the doorway, his unbuttoned shirt - what the hell? —revealing every perfect muscle in his fudge-skin abdomen, all the way to the hint of black hair just above the belt.
I swallow hard, suddenly very conscious of my naked breasts.