I nodded, though focusing was becoming an issue. His arms curled around me—one resting lightly against my waist, the other reaching for his desk. Every movement, every slight shift, sent a new wave of awareness through me.
I could feel his breath against my neck.
His chest, firm and steady, pressed against my back.
The subtle scent of his cologne—something woodsy and expensive—enveloped me.
'Snap out of it, Rose!' I scolded myself, shutting my eyes for a second to recenter. I was Marquis Springshaper's daughter, heir to Vakrt Industries. I couldn't be reduced to a flustered schoolgirl just because Arthur Nightingale had pulled me onto his lap.
Except, apparently, I could.
Then—
A bright blue glow flooded my vision.
