part where your carefully planned flash mob was ruined by a dance move.â His lips twitched, as if suppressing a grin. âPerhaps next time youâll plan your routine more carefully.â
The hint of restrained humor was annoying, and she said, âAnd perhaps Officer Brown will learn to lighten up a little?â
His eyebrows shot higher as the gray eyes grew dark, holding her in their power as he leaned closer. Sheâd obviously stepped on a nerve.
âI can assure you, Ms. Lee. When it comes to people who break the lawââ his voice was deadly soft, and his proximity brought her attraction back in full force
ââboth Officer Brown and I take our jobs very seriously.â
Trapped by the force of his gaze, Jaxâs heart rapped harder beneath her ribs. Getting beyond the thickly fringed, hypnotizing eyes was difficult, but she finally allowed her gaze to skim down the angular planes of his face, landing on his mouth.
Oh, great ...he had lips just the way she liked them. Full. Sensual. The kind that could kiss a girl senseless and make her forget sheâd sworn off men forever. Or at least until she found one who didnât think she was certifiable.
And Superman here, with the eyes of steel, clearly wasnât the type.
As their staring contest continued, another heated flush slowly crept up her face, but she refused to feel ashamed. Because regret would keep her tethered to the past, unable to move on.
Relying on an innocent expression to tone down her statement, she said, âAre you lecturing me?â She lightly scrunched up her face, as if she didnât already know the answer. âBecause this is beginning to feel a lot like a lecture.â
Amazingly, his lips twitched. âNot at all. But since you now have several charges filed against you requiring your attention, you should learn to follow advice.â
Advice? Pressing her lips together, Jax turned her gaze to the window, drumming her fingers against the leather seat. Advice seemed a tame description for 007âs fetish for control. Not to mention those disturbing shoulders that were so broad youâd need a map to kiss your way from one side to the other...
Shoulders currently encased in a tuxedoâa blatant reminder of how heâd sacrificed his plans to help her out, and here she was taking issue with his every word. She curled her hand into a fist.
Oh, perfectâ guilt . Just what she didnât need.
She let out a sigh. âLook, I know you had plans.â She took in the strong, stubble-free jaw and the crisp, horizontal precision of his black bow tie. âAnd Iâm sorry I ruined your evening.â
The look he gave her revealed little. âThatâs debatable.â
âDebatable Iâm sorry or that I ruined your evening?â
His forehead crinkled in suppressed humor. âI canât attest to your capacity for remorse. But rest assured...â He paused before going on, the lines fading from his brow. âIt was a dinner function I was happy to miss.â
âThen why were you going?â
His tone grew vague, as if briefly stumped by the question. âResponsibilities, Ms. Lee.â
Curious, Jax paused. The air conditioner kicked on, and cold air hit. Her tank top and cutoffs, perfect for a flash dance mob under the Florida sun, now left her feeling exposed. And next to the sinfully sexy lawyer and his limousine of luxury, she felt positively scruffy. Tugging on her frayed hem, she tried to cover more skin. It was hopeless, so Jax resorted to rubbing her arms to overcome the chill.
Blake glanced at her and then flipped the AC switch, cutting off the blast of air. âNext time you plan on risking arrest, maybe you should choose a more suitable outfit.â
She suppressed a groan. âCan we just agree it wasnât my finest moment and leave it at that?â
âSince Iâve just met you, Iâll have to take you at your