The problem wasn’t the couch in the library. The problem was Samantha. His heart beat just a little faster every time he was near her. And last night, with the drinking and the champagne and the perfect moonlit sky, the moment he held her hand he couldn’t stop himself. Even though it hadn’t been in the plan, he’d had to taste her. Her lips had been as soft as he imagined, and breathing in the smell of her hair, letting his fingers slide through her silky tresses, had made him dizzy. The heat between them was intense. He’s been immediately aroused. Samantha made him feel alive. He sat up, not wanting any of his family to find him sleeping on the couch. He had to stop thinking about her like that. She was a fake date. He was her boss. She had seemed more comfortable with the awkwardness of yesterday, and yet he had planned the whole weekend date idea, thinking a new wardrobe would be ample compensation for putting up with his family. Plus he’d seen she was ambitious at the meeting they’d attended.
