To Tame a Wilde. Kimberly Terry Kaye

was proud of the way her voice came off. Strong, confident...and not in the least bit showing the crazy nervousness that quivered within her belly.... A nervousness she’d never, ever felt when dealing with any other legal situation.

      “Indeed we do, Ms. Sinclair,” he rumbled in his “hot sex on the platter” voice. She felt...something slide over her as he spoke.

      She turned to face him. Oh, yes... She was in trouble.

      “Looks like you’re going to be busy for a while, Nick... I’ll catch up with you later,” the pink-hatted woman said as she made her way to the door.

      Sinclair barely registered her presence.

      The woman laughed softly as she left, saying something that Sinclair didn’t even catch, she was so caught up in...him. It was as though no one else was in the room.

      “I’ll work on the new figures and we can go over them later, Lani,” she heard Nick murmur to the woman, yet his hot blue-eyed gaze remained fixed on her.

      Neither one of them noticed when the woman left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

      Sinclair licked her bottom lip, her gaze still fixed on Nick.

      His scrutiny was sharp, focused, the intensity making her feel off-kilter. Uneasy.

      Suddenly, intuitively, she knew what a gazelle felt like caught in the stare of a lion.... A hungry, beautiful lion.

      Dinnertime. And he looked like the type that would... Eat. Her. Whole.

      She swallowed.

      Chapter 5

      The first thought that came to Nick’s mind was that her pictures didn’t do her justice.

      The woman was mouthwateringly fine.

      And she had swagger. She wore it around her like a familiar, favorite sweater. He felt his mouth fight not to smile. He liked that.

      Before Sinclair had allowed him to usher her inside his office, as she’d stood framed in the doorway for a moment, he’d caught her fear. Despite the confidence, there was an undercurrent of...fear, riding her.

      Hard.

      His gaze swept over her, head to toe.

      She nearly vibrated with energy; bravado, swag...and fear. A heady combination.

      No damn way she could hide it from him. He was the type of man that could smell it on a woman. That uncontrollable sensuality...fear. He prided himself on it being his gift.

      He’d nearly pounced on her then and there. But he’d tamped his own need to conquer. Down, boy, he’d admonished himself. Time for that later.

      She was in his camp, now.

      The grin, unknown to him, broke free, tilting the corner of his mouth upward.

      Nick stared. She was...tinier in real life than she appeared in photos. If he had to venture a guess, he would say she was just a few inches over five feet, which placed her more than a foot shorter than he.

      His glance slid to the flashy stilettos on her small feet. Well, without those she wouldn’t even make it to his chest level, he thought, frowning. Small, despite the taller-than-life heels she wore, the top of her head would barely reach him midchest without the stilettos.

      As he walked behind the woman, his gaze centered on the sexy-as-hell sway of her round-but-tight butt.

      So, this was Sinclair Adams. Sinclair. Sin... Yeah, that was a more apt name, he thought. She was the epitome of walking sin.

      She wore a loose-fitting blouse tucked into a knee-length skirt.

      Nothing overtly sexual about the outfit.

      But on the woman who walked in front of him, her small hips swaying as if she owned the place...it was hot as hell. The skirt was a “business navy” color, as he liked to think of that particular shade of blue, yet the way it molded her hips, nipped in at the waist and curved over her rounded butt had Nick sweating as though he’d run a marathon.