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a nipple shot? Or both. Brooke drew a deep breath then sighed.
    “I’ve got you. Hang on.” Chase glanced both ways as if preparing to cross a busy street. Nobody. He lowered his hand just below Brooke’s derriere and before she could protest, he whisked her up into his arms. Brooke nearly fainted.
    Brooke delighted in his warm sweet breath against her cheek—minty fresh. Their lips nearly touched. She liked this feeling. He clenched her and paused, amazed at how light she felt in his arms. They both smiled and he looked even more handsome up close. Brooke licked her lips. Chase said, “Let’s do this.” Brooke closed her eyes, then unconsciously parted her wanting lips just in case.
    He lowered her, dashing her desire for a romantic kiss. Her eyes flipped open. He was guiding her feet first into the car. As she sighed, he said, “Try not to move. I’ll try not to bang your foot into anything.”
    “Kay,” was all she could mutter. When her feet neared the carpeted floor, he slid his sturdy hand across her backside. Brooke whimpered, overcome with a flash of heat up her spine and back, settling below her waistline.
    “Are you okay?” Chase’s eyes curved like a concerned doctor about to perform surgery on a loved one.
    “I think so.” Brooke’s eyes fluttered as guilt permeated inside—how could I think of kissing my boss’s boss? Plus, he’s freaking married.
    “Try not to move. I promise I won’t drive too fast,” he smiled with playful eyes.
    “I really appreciate your—.”
    The door shut before she could finish the sentence. She adjusted her blouse, realizing her cleavage didn’t leave much to the imagination. She desperately wanted to pull out her compact to see how red her face looked. She guessed her makeup looked like modern art. Calm down, she thought as he opened his door and climbed in.
    The BMW had that new-car smell. She guessed Chase Allman always drove the latest models. The rich leather blended well with his natural aroma. Depressing the clutch pedal, he turned the key. The engine fired up into a suppressed roar. Still fantasizing about monkey-hugging him on a Harley, she delighted in the prospect of observing this dreamy man operate his toy car. She hoped they missed every traffic light.
    Chase pulled off his suit coat and set it across the back seat. Brooke’s eyes widened. As he slid into his snug position in what resembled a cockpit, her nostrils inhaled his alluring fragrance. Brooke purred inside.
    “Do you care if I lower the top?”
    “Huh?” Brooke’s stunned look screamed no chance. She didn’t want one molecule of him to escape. Plus, she pictured her long hair turning into a bird’s nest.
    “It’s such a nice day. I have to put the top down.” Brooke bit her lip and frowned. Chase picked up on her hesitation and said, “I have a baseball cap if you’re worried about your hair.”
    “Okay, thanks—you read my mind.” Chase chuckled and flashed that wow smile. While reaching for the button to activate the automatic retractable roof, Brooke inhaled like a last breath before a big dive.
    “Would you like that hat?”
    “Yes.”
    Chase reached behind his seat and pulled out a dark baseball hat. Handing it to Brooke, his smile matched the logo—Blue Devils.
    Brooke gasped as if he punched her stomach. “I can’t wear this.”
    “Why not?” His smile remained frozen—cute in a teasing way.
    “No North Carolina girl would ever be caught dead in a Duke hat.”
    Chase laughed so hard that she thought he’d break a rib. Brooke crinkled her eyebrows into a mock frown. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when upset. With laughter tears forming on the outside corners of his eyes, he reached behind her seat and retrieved a Harbour Town Golf Links hat.
    “Much better.” Brooke flashed an inviting smile that rivaled his. Reaching to exchange it, his fingers brushed against her hand, sending a flutter up her spine. He truly had a magical touch.
    “I guess I’ll