Eddie followed that finger until it settled in her ample cleavage, and it was only with the utmost effort that he was able to move his gaze back up to her eyes. His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight. Jesus, she was beautiful.
"Um, it's just my job, ma'am," he said, then berated himself for sounding like such a dork. Because he had, hadn't he? Sounded like a dork, that was. And for some reason, he really, really hated sounding like a dork in front of her.