Damn.
That’s my first thought when I spot Sara stepping off the elevator and into the wide marble hallway of the Ice Hawks’ headquarters. She’s dressed in a black pencil skirt and a cream-colored silk blouse that fits perfectly over her curves, and her dark hair falls in neat waves to the top of her shoulders. But it’s her lips that leave me feeling a little weak. They’re painted a bright berry-pink color, and holy s**t, do I want to kiss her right now.
holy shitWhat the hell is wrong with me? Reel it in, dude.
What the hell is wrong with me? Reel it in, dude.Those gorgeous full lips lift in a polite smile when she gets close. “Teddy,” she murmurs, tipping her head. “Sorry I’m late.”
I glance down at my watch. “You’re not.”
She huffs out a sigh, waving her hand. “By two minutes. But p
