Withstanding the Enemy

Nine Chance

Chance…

I can't take my eyes off her. I watch as Emma walks around the reception desk contemplating her vision of the library with her notebook in hand. s**t, she is even sexier when she’s brainstorming.

She walks back to the desk and flops down into the chair beside me as she throws her notebook down. She lets out a deep breath.

Yep, she is f*****g sexy.

I hold in my burning need to wrap her up in my arms. If I were to close my eyes, I could still smell the lavender scent of her hair and the feel of her body pressing against mine. I give her a questioning look as stress deepens the lines on her beautiful face. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’ve dreamt about overhauling this library for years. I just thought it would come easy to me, but now I don't know where to start. And with the deadline Rick’s given me—not to mention that I have to report every detail back to him for HIS final approval…”

“How can I help?”

Her beautiful smile reaches her crystal blue eyes. “You would help me?”

“Well, yeah. If Rick has me babysitting you, I might as well pitch in,” I tease her. “Plus, I do owe you…” I would do anything to see that beautiful smile…

She blushes and I fight the urge to kiss her and shove my hands into my pockets.

“So, what is first on your list?” I ask her.

Her saucer-shaped eyes look down to her notebook. She picks it up and stands. I watch her begin to pace as she grabs the pencil that is holding her hair back. Her long blonde hair spills down her back causing my d**k to jump in a spilt second. Well, f**k me. Just when I was thinking she couldn’t be any sexier, she does something like that. I want to take her hair and intertwine it around my wrists, tilting her head back so I can have better access to her sexy as hell mouth. Damn, it should be illegal for her be so sexy and completely clueless to it. She’s going to wreak me.

“Chance,” she says interrupting my thoughts.

“Umm… Yeah.” I shake my head.

“I want to start with the reception area first. It needs an updated computer system, then inventory everything ... that will take the longest,” she says setting the notebook down.

She smiles and her eyes brighten. I watch her roll up her sleeves as I await her instructions.

The reception desk is a large rectangle with a computer system on the right side and swing doors on each side. Faded oak drawers line the inside all around. She digs silently through the contents, going down to her knees as she sorts. She stops suddenly and looks up to me, blinking for a second.

“Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I'm not used to someone helping me, let alone waiting for me to tell them what to do.” She laughs lightly.

I drop to my knees and pick up her chin, making her meet my eyes.

“It's fine, just tell me where I can help you.”

The second her bright eyes pour into mine, I lose all sense. Unable to fight it any longer, I tip her chin a little higher and angle her head to have full access to her lips. I lean closer and my eyes find their target. I hear her hiss.

I have never wanted anything more than to kiss her pink pouty lips. I feel drawn to her lips, like a bug to a light. Her hand comes to my chest.

“Stop,” she says just above a whisper.

My vision blurs as she stands and runs in the opposite direction. I blink several times to clear my vision. I look over the desk watching her as she darts into the bathroom.

Shit, I f****d that up!