Liz stared at the email she'd been trying to write for the last half hour. It was a simple memo. Nothing that she hadn't written before. Just a confirmation of a phone call with a copy to Dara who kept the calendar. She had a meeting with the new client next week and she needed to get her brain on straight. No more mooning over Matt Vorchak, the man who'd chosen a career over her.
Except she couldn't get the image of him as he was that morning out of her head. He was older, with a deeper mature look to him. His rugged good looks were even sexier and made her think of things she'd tried to keep buried in her mind.
"You feel so good, Lizzie."
Matt's rough voice in her ear sent chills streaking through her body. She loved he deep pitch of it, the warmth of it as it slid like a blanket ove
