Generally Harrison found that dates went two ways: either there was no chemistry and it ended without pursuing anything further, or there was chemistry and they went another date, then maybe another, before ending up in bed together. Rarely did any date stray from those two results.
Tonight was the exception. It wasn’t that there was no chemistry—there was an overabundance of chemistry. So much chemistry that he was surprised the table wasn’t vibrating from the electricity sparking between him and Sara. She kept looking up at him through her eyelashes, smiling a mysterious smile that sent him into a tailspin. Had he ever found a woman eating a salad erotic? Well, tonight he was discovering that watching Sara do just that was causing him to be crazed with need.
And they hadn’t even kissed
