Surprise faded under appreciation. Wow. Wearing slim-fitting dark blue designer jeans, lethal high-heel strappy sandals, and a body-hugging sweater with little white pearl buttons up the front, she looked like a fashion statement. She’d opened enough of those pearl buttons to show off some tantalizing cleavage. “Gillian.” Drew couldn’t keep his gaze from going all over her. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Offering sarcasm, of course.” She started tsking at him. “Drew Black, whatever has gotten into you? You were threatening Brett.” Running a hand over his head, then rubbing the back of his neck, Drew said, “More like coercing, but yeah, it didn’t work.” Again he looked at those jeans, how they showed off her voluptuous hourglass figure. She personified sexy. Could a woman be more enticing? Smiling over his attention, Gillian put one hand on a hip and struck a pose for him. With business at hand, Drew tried to hide the instantaneous combustion of heat inside him.
