Heather was very glad she'd replaced the couch she'd trashed with something that was nap worthy, when he tossed her down on the cushy soft brown leather. But she was hardly the sort of girl to let herself get intimidated. Her teeth scraped over her lower lip as he towered over her.
"Some, maybe. But if I were a guy I'd have a serious case of blue balls." There was no better way to put it, she was half tempted to cross her arms over her chest, but she knew that would only draw attention to the only way she could be obvious. But instead she stretched. She wasn't going to deny being attracted to him.
But was he to her? Even a little bit? Or did he just enjoy getting a rise out of her, because he could. Regardless she had a faint grin on her face as he pulled off his gloves.