He moved closer and pretended to remove a piece of lint from her shoulder. Her emerald green eyes left his and glanced at her clothing. When she rounded her gaze on him again, he stood near enough to enjoy the heat of her skin. His fingers itched to touch the copper strand of hair that had escaped its binding. Lauren sucked in a breath and licked her lips, while staring at his. There it was again, desire bouncing off her and whacking him upside the head.

“Go out with me.” It really wasn’t a question. More like, “Let’s get this electrifying thing we both want to explore going,” but he left that part unstated.

“What?” She still stared at his lips. It took all his
restraint not to lean down and respond to what he hoped was an unconscious plea for a kiss.

“Dinner, tonight, after your shift.” The words slid from his lips in a soft easy flow. Her response didn’t take long.

“Okay,” she whispered. Her one word caught in his gut and moved lower into a tight knot of excitement.

He lowered his chin and waited for her response. Lauren pushed closer to him, the slight curve of her breasts brushed against his chest, the sweet scent of her floral perfume shot through his system. Sweet Jesus, who’s being derailed now?

He stayed there hovering over her lips. “Good,” he finally said before shifting back on his heels.

“Good.” Lauren stepped back. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath letting him know she was as affected as he was.