. . Gracie couldn’t take her eyes off the man leaning against her desk. His dark, wavy brown hair and easy smile sent a shiver of awareness down her spine. He was large, with wel -sculpted, drool-worthy arms. Arms that would hold a woman tight. And he was looking at her as if he’d struck gold. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Wade Harrison, Cherry’s friend, and you are?” God, his voice was just as yummy as the rest of him. Deep, a little gravel y, as if he’d just gotten out of bed. It took her a few seconds before she could answer without stuttering. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Gracie Baron, Cherry’s new receptionist.” He held out his hand. Gracie promptly dropped the pen she’d been using and let him take hold of her. The cal oused, firm feel of him against her skin nearly had her creaming in her panties. He dipped his head and kissed her knuckles. A light brush of his lips and she was ready to surrender. He winked as he let go of her. She missed his warmth, but forced herself to pick up the pen again.
