Trapped With The Tycoon. Jules Bennett

as a man and woman... I’m not sure true love exists. Have you been in love?”

      Even though he’d removed everything but his pants, heat enveloped Braden. Granted, it could be because he was in the company of a woman he wanted more than his next breath, but honestly, the logs were doing a great job, and with the door closed, the thick air was starting to become too much.

      “Would you mind if I turned the logs down a bit?” he asked.

      “Nice way to dodge my question.” She jumped up from the chaise and threw him a smile. “I’ll turn them down. It is getting a bit warm in here.”

      Braden watched her move across the room. In her black, body-hugging dress she’d been a knockout, but in her sweatshirt and leggings with her hair in a ponytail, she almost seemed...innocent, vulnerable.

      Damn it, he didn’t want to see her that way. He didn’t want this to become personal with emotions getting in the way of his quest to get her in his bed and search for the scrolls.

      And when the hell had he officially added her to his list of must-haves?

      Somewhere between dancing with her and settling in for their sleepover.

      As she started back to the chaise, she gestured toward him. “If you’re hot, you can, um...you can take your pants off. I won’t look. I mean, I don’t want this to be uncomfortable for either of us, but I want you to be... Sorry, I’m rambling. Go ahead, take your pants off. I’ll turn around.”

      She was killing him. Slowly, surely, killing him.

      But the lady said he could remove his pants. So remove them he would.