“Do for you?” Her hand swept out and knocked over a ceramic holder on her desk. Pens and pencils scattered on the organized surface, some rolling onto the carpet. “You’re blackmailing me?”Zach laughed. “Blackmail wasn’t my intention, Tess, but thanks for the great idea. Yeah, you do what I want, or I tell L.G. about our phone call.” He shook his head. “Don’t think so, babe. I like the man, but my sex life is none of his concern.”“Then what is this spiel about what I can do for you, after those hot looks during the meeting? And why touch my chest? And don’t call me babe.” Her hand jerked, bumping a mug this time. Black coffee arced onto an appointment book. She grabbed a tissue box. “Now look what you made me do!”Zach collected pens and pencils while she sopped up the coffee with fistfuls of tissues. “I didn’t touch your chest, I touched your shoulder. For good reason. You’re shedding, babe.”“What?” Leaving the soggy tissues, she whipped behind the desk.
