Chapter 3

As he glanced around the office, I considered

not messing with him. Get to the point, get the answers to

Tiffany’s questions, and jerk off to his picture later. I shouldn’t

let myself take advantage of the situation. But those noble

thoughts dissolved like snow in the sun of Tommy’s gaze when he

finally looked my way. His tousled curls framed the face of a young

god, one I wanted to kneel before and worship. With those eyes on

me, I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Tommy Murphy,”

I drawled. “Someone is paying me a pretty penny to find you.”

“Well,” he said with a careless shrug, “here

I am.”

He reached back and locked the door, the bolt

sliding home with a loud click between us. Spurred into action, I

stood up from my chair and edged around my desk to perch on the

corner. I stared at Tommy like a hungry man, my whole body craving

his touch. I wanted to stroke his wrist, strum my fingers across