She was having trouble controlling her body's response to Austin's every move. He seemed to want to be near her tonight. Didn't mind touching her. Where was the angry man she knew? He was confusing the hell out of her. Austin stopped at the doors and looked back. "Are you coming?" Theresa squared her shoulders. "Sure." She followed him down the hall. When they reached the kitchen in the cafeteria, Austin pushed the cart past gleaming stainless steel counters, huge stoves and ovens. Turning a corner, he rolled the cart down the aisle to the heavy-duty refrigerators. "I assume you have extra punch stored in one of these?" He forced the simple question through his dry mouth. Standing there in that sexy black dress, Theresa was wreaking havoc to his insides and good intentions. "Of course." Theresa tried to ignore the low seductive tone of Austin's voice. The fierce tumbling in her stomach told her she wasn't doing a very good job. She started to walk past him to the fridge on the end, congratulating herself on her sure steps because her knees felt like jelly. Austin reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her hard against his body.
