He straightened a little when he heard the tone of her voice and watched her smiling expression as she moved toward him. At the moment he was least sure he should want her, she decided to want him. Emboldened by her flirtatious behavior, the tension began to seep from him and he was struggling to find even footing when she began fussing over his wound.
"A sphinx got ahold of me." He glanced toward the wound dismissively and announced, "It's nothing. I'm fine."
Thinking better of his answer a moment later, he loosened his body language and purred, "Unless you were interested in kissing me better."
Knowing very well that they needed privacy and the hallway wouldn't provide it, Vox struggled between dragging her into a broom closet to minimize his contact with the woman or inviting her back to his office to impress her with its respectability. The blinding image of her spread over his desk, a desk that had never seen a shred of passion, ignited his hunger and he suddenly wanted her in his space very much.