Enticing Winter. Sherelle Green

those of a woman who was attracted to a man. No shit, Sherlock, you are attracted to him. But being attracted to him and acting on that attraction were two different things.

      “Hi, Taheim. Did you stop by to talk business?” Way to go, Dupree. Had she really just alluded to the fact that he would stop by to discuss anything other than business?

      He turned around slowly in a way that made her wonder if he had to brace himself before seeing her. When his eyes landed on hers, it took all her strength not to gasp aloud. He placed his hands in the pockets of his black pea coat and she tried not to look down at the zipper of his jeans, which was now exposed.

      Ever since he had found her in his bedroom, she’d replayed every minute of the encounter and wondered if he would ever look at her the way he’d looked at her that night.

      “Hello, Winter.” He gave her a quick once-over. If she had blinked, she would have missed it. “Yes, I was hoping now was a good time. But if it isn’t, we can schedule something else.”

      “No, this is fine. How about we head to my design studio.”

      The short walk to her studio was filled with awareness of him and she wished he didn’t have to smell so good. Hmm, I wonder what cologne he’s wearing, she thought as she remembered that day in his bedroom. Maybe it’s the Kenneth Cole.

      When she walked into her studio, she motioned for him to enter. He lightly brushed past her, filling her senses even more. Or maybe it’s whatever was in that silver bottle. Regardless of what cologne he was wearing, it was driving her crazy. The type of crazy that made a woman want to place tender kisses all over a man’s neck and get lost in his scent.

      He stopped in the middle of her studio and did a three-hundred-sixty-degree turn. “You have a nice studio. I bet you create lots of lingerie pieces in here.”