Lisabeth leaned back in the chair, her plate empty in front of her, her thoughts still on David. She watched as he paid the bill and then stood and held his hand out for her to take. She slipped hers in his much larger one, chills racing over her spine at the feel of his warm skin.

She grabbed her coat and her purse, but before she could slip the former on he was taking it from her and helping her do the task. If she let herself imagine things she could see herself on a date with him. It might be a silly, foolish thing for her to think about, but she wanted that, desperately.

They headed out of the restaurant and she was very aware that David had his hand on her lower back, gently guiding her out the front door.

Although she had a vehicle of her own, she took the train into the city, where his office was, and where she interned.

“Come on,” he said gently, his voice deep, commanding. “I’ll take you home.”

She didn’t know why her heart started beating so fast at that thought. Maybe it was the fact she’d be in close quarters with him, his body pressed against hers, his scent invading her head.

“Let me take you home,” he said again, his voice so deep and husky, the way she pictured a feral animal might sound as he was about to pounce on his prey.

God, where the hell were her thoughts going? Oh, she knew. They were going right in the gutter.

“I don’t mind taking the train to my place. I do it every day.” She smiled, although inside she was screaming at him to take her back to his place. She was begging in her head for him to show her what it was like for a man to really take a woman.

The look he gave her had her laughing. It was one where if it had spoken it would’ve said, “Hell no.”

“No,” he finally responded and shook his head slowly. “I’m not about to have you take the train home this late at night, not when it’s not safe, and not when I can easily take you in my car.”

She didn’t argue, just ducked her head and expressed her gratitude softly. It was only a few moments before the valet brought his car around. David was the one who held the door open for her, and she slipped inside, the seats leather, buttery soft. Although it was May, the nights were still a bit chilly in the city. The heater was on, and a warm breeze of air moved along her body. A moment later David slipped into the driver’s seat, the door shutting softly with an audible click.

The smell of leather and his cologne was intoxicating, and she felt herself becoming wet. Clenching her thighs together, she prayed she got control of herself around him.

She only lived about ten minutes from David’s house, and as much as she wanted to tell him to just take her to his place, that she’d wanted him for far longer than she probably should have, she kept her mouth shut.

Lisabeth wasn’t someone who normally spoke her mind, wasn’t the type of person who felt confident in her appearance. She wasn’t svelte like her best friend, wasn’t thin, or so she thought when she looked at herself in the mirror. She had womanly curves, a thickness on her, and boobs and a booty that probably made her look on the plus size. But she loved how she looked, even if she didn’t have the confidence to go after what she wanted, even if no guys had ever paid attention to her.

She glanced over at David, his hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. He slowed at a stop light, the red glow coming through the windshield moving along his huge, muscular body. He glanced over to her, and she looked away quickly, feeling her face heat as embarrassment stole over her at the fact he’d caught her watching him.

And even though she was staring out the passenger side window she could feel his gaze on her, as if he were reaching out and actually touching her, stroking her flesh.

Lisabeth could imagine them together, in his room, on his bed. She’d be under him, his big body dwarfing hers, pressing her to the mattress. He’d take his hands and spread her thighs apart, exposing the most intimate part of her, the part of her body that was aching and wet just for David.

She started breathing harder, felt beads of sweat line the valley between her breasts. She was getting worked up over her thoughts, and if she didn’t control herself David would no doubt be able to see her reaction, possibly even tell what she was thinking.

Before Lisabeth knew what was happening they were at her small rented house, the one-bedroom structure lonely on more than one night. It wasn’t even the fact she tended to stay with Rachel; more times than not, she’d been staying at her place since interning. It just seemed odd for her to stay in David’s home when she worked for him.

He pulled the car into her driveway and cut the engine. For long seconds they just sat there, the silence stretching between them, the heat in the vehicle escalating.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and reached for the door handle when his deep voice stopped her.

“Lisabeth, wait.”

Her heart raced as she looked over at him, the shadows in the vehicle placed across his face. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he just continued to watch her.

“Good night,” he finally said.

And just like that the moment was gone, vanished as if it hadn’t happened.

“Good night,” she whispered in return and got out of the car. She hated walking away, but the one thing that still had her heart racing was the fact he’d looked at her with …desire.