The instant she said it； she knew it was a mistake。 Good humor faded
fast from Ross's face。 When he stood and approached her； she struggled
to avoid cringing into the chair。 There was a hard look to him。
〃Would that make you trust me more？〃 he murmured。 He towered above her
for a minute； then bent over。 His hands covered hers on the arms of the
chair。 His face was too near。 〃Sorry to disappoint you； but my
preferences are still for the opposite sex。〃 His lips moved closer。
Chloe looked down to escape them； but his long body filled her view。
Everywhere she moved her eyes； she saw him； one point more alarming than
the next。 If it wasn't the vee of his chest； with its wisps of dark hair
edging alongside the tab of his collar； it was the breadth of his
shoulders or the lean tapering of his middle or the casual set of his
hips。 Those hips told their own story。 She tore her gaze away；
pletely convinced of his preference。
He grinned。 〃Any further questions？〃
The slight shake of her head was enough to bring his lips into contact
with her cheek； and Chloe was suddenly conflicted。 Pull away。 Move
closer。 Keep your eyes shut。 Look at him。 Look at him。 Look at him。
She looked。 His eyes held gentleness now。 And the same desire she felt。
So close。 So far away。 〃Kiss me。 Don't。
He did。 Very； very lightly。 A ghost of a touch with shuddering