moment. She opened her mouth to answer him, but the words fell silent. Fortunately, she could finally get a closer look at him, as his pecks bulged and ruffled supple leather.
"Miss, are you hurt?"
He called loudly enough to be heard above the roar of the duct fans as he leaned in closer to the glass, breathing smoky halos in midair. His heavy panting had yet to trail off as he spoke, only pulsing her heart in unison. Once her brain finally clicked on and her eyes rose into focus, she pulled forward.
In obvious concern, he stared back at her. She didn't know what to think. Everything seemed to be happening so fast.
Danielle pushed the wet bangs from her eyes and swallowed.
"I...ahhh..." she managed to mumble, before squirming in the leather cushion. His eyes smoldered skin so hot, a bucket of ice would've melted right off of her. Danielle writhed in her seat again as she peered up beneath her lashes in a soft voice, "I'mmm fine," she said, just before her words fell silent again.
As the vapor melted, her window framed a lanky profile laced in a perfect bronze in the heart of winter. His fashionably ripped distressed jeans finessed a stylish silvery chain belt tapering black leather and soft camel-like cashmere.
Sexy and party boy--only a fool would combine the two. Roman Jules, ultimately debonair, charming and what any woman would naturally be attracted to. Yet, here he stood gazing into a window at a half-limp and over struck woman on the verge of losing it and indulging in a manner of lustful thoughts.
Justifiably, the man was tall, dark-haired and mastered tan perfection. He was a man who turned women's heads, and made men take an instinctive step back when he walked by. He was so ripped and sexy. Muscular and toned with a curvaceous figure that rivaled any Rodin sculpture.
His stare devoured her attention to the point of salivating. This is crazy. What was I thinking? What am I doing? Get a grip Danielle. She swallowed slowly and scanned over him, denying every word she'd told herself. Handsome only brushed the surface. He was a vision in suave urban casual, and impeccably polished Italian loafers.
She let herself glance over him again for five intense seconds and then forced herself to look away. Those dark eyes focused so intensely on her, tamed her impulse to groan. As she looked up at him, his bronze radiated an infinite glow against the maze of skyscrapers.
"I rushed right over...the SUV was already halfway down the ramp when I--" His words came out almost as a wail, arousing a sensuality she hadn't craved in years. She was breathing hard, but nowhere as hard as he was.
As she motored the window, wet vaporous beads trickled the glass and shellacked the asphalt like a slippery veil of ice.
This is awkward. She swallowed. "So, you're the new guy?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty much settled in. I got a great deal on this place. Although I'd had my heart set on the penthouse, some money-grubbing ass offered a fortune...just whipped it right out from under me."
His eyebrows rose as she stammered, " I--I'm in the penthouse."
"God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean t---"
She watched him try to tame his silence.
His biceps flexed and revealed long, strong muscles coursing his slick leather jacket. And, not surprisingly, lust tugged at Danielle's gut, and she glared at Roman who jumped and shifted his eyes to his loafers. He wasn't blushing, but that meant nothing. And then, in the next minute, his eyes met hers again.
He clarified, "How 'bout we start over. I'm Roman. Roman Jules. A man lucky to have met such a beautiful woman." His husky voice was a gentle entreaty of aroused calm as he held out a hand. "Lovely to meet you--" he said, pausing for her name.
His grasp was strong and his skin was smooth as velvet. His grip had practically magnetized her hand in his when she stuttered, "I--I'm Danielle," at the very moment she'd just about melted in front of him.
Her viscous palm had her clamoring to his, not that she wanted to
"Miss, are you hurt?"
He called loudly enough to be heard above the roar of the duct fans as he leaned in closer to the glass, breathing smoky halos in midair. His heavy panting had yet to trail off as he spoke, only pulsing her heart in unison. Once her brain finally clicked on and her eyes rose into focus, she pulled forward.
In obvious concern, he stared back at her. She didn't know what to think. Everything seemed to be happening so fast.
Danielle pushed the wet bangs from her eyes and swallowed.
"I...ahhh..." she managed to mumble, before squirming in the leather cushion. His eyes smoldered skin so hot, a bucket of ice would've melted right off of her. Danielle writhed in her seat again as she peered up beneath her lashes in a soft voice, "I'mmm fine," she said, just before her words fell silent again.
As the vapor melted, her window framed a lanky profile laced in a perfect bronze in the heart of winter. His fashionably ripped distressed jeans finessed a stylish silvery chain belt tapering black leather and soft camel-like cashmere.
Sexy and party boy--only a fool would combine the two. Roman Jules, ultimately debonair, charming and what any woman would naturally be attracted to. Yet, here he stood gazing into a window at a half-limp and over struck woman on the verge of losing it and indulging in a manner of lustful thoughts.
Justifiably, the man was tall, dark-haired and mastered tan perfection. He was a man who turned women's heads, and made men take an instinctive step back when he walked by. He was so ripped and sexy. Muscular and toned with a curvaceous figure that rivaled any Rodin sculpture.
His stare devoured her attention to the point of salivating. This is crazy. What was I thinking? What am I doing? Get a grip Danielle. She swallowed slowly and scanned over him, denying every word she'd told herself. Handsome only brushed the surface. He was a vision in suave urban casual, and impeccably polished Italian loafers.
She let herself glance over him again for five intense seconds and then forced herself to look away. Those dark eyes focused so intensely on her, tamed her impulse to groan. As she looked up at him, his bronze radiated an infinite glow against the maze of skyscrapers.
"I rushed right over...the SUV was already halfway down the ramp when I--" His words came out almost as a wail, arousing a sensuality she hadn't craved in years. She was breathing hard, but nowhere as hard as he was.
As she motored the window, wet vaporous beads trickled the glass and shellacked the asphalt like a slippery veil of ice.
This is awkward. She swallowed. "So, you're the new guy?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty much settled in. I got a great deal on this place. Although I'd had my heart set on the penthouse, some money-grubbing ass offered a fortune...just whipped it right out from under me."
His eyebrows rose as she stammered, " I--I'm in the penthouse."
"God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean t---"
She watched him try to tame his silence.
His biceps flexed and revealed long, strong muscles coursing his slick leather jacket. And, not surprisingly, lust tugged at Danielle's gut, and she glared at Roman who jumped and shifted his eyes to his loafers. He wasn't blushing, but that meant nothing. And then, in the next minute, his eyes met hers again.
He clarified, "How 'bout we start over. I'm Roman. Roman Jules. A man lucky to have met such a beautiful woman." His husky voice was a gentle entreaty of aroused calm as he held out a hand. "Lovely to meet you--" he said, pausing for her name.
His grasp was strong and his skin was smooth as velvet. His grip had practically magnetized her hand in his when she stuttered, "I--I'm Danielle," at the very moment she'd just about melted in front of him.
Her viscous palm had her clamoring to his, not that she wanted to
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