But he was yummy. In fact, he was so unbelievably handsome Samantha was staring, something that was brought to her attention by the long, masculine fingers snapping in front of her face. “Miss Tremain.” His deep voice, though soft, was filled with exasperation. “Are you listening to me?” “Beg your pardon?” She blinked rapidly. He exhaled and took the seat in front of her desk. Crossing one ankle over the opposite knee, he bared to her view an impressive bulge behind the tightened lacings of his pants. “Animal,” she breathed. The bulge jerked in response. “Huh?” Sam coughed into her hand as her face heated. “A-animal skin.” “Yeah. It is.” Bright blue eyes flashed briefly before narrowing. “I was told that you’re the foremost expert on literary antiquities in this part of the galaxy, Miss Tremain. Is that right or should I be looking for help elsewhere?”
