Excert:

I watched Seth step onto the elevator while I shook my head. “What is wrong with you, Pia?” I whispered aloud. “Check your libido at the door.”

I waited until he went off to whatever job was next for him, then I shut down the office lights and locked the door before I summoned an elevator car. It was time for bed after that disastrous night. I normally worked the day shift, but I had a late call with a colleague in Germany. I decided to stay and work on the new motor when we finished. What kind of fool uses their hair to test a product with an already defined problem?

This fool is who.

I stepped onto the elevator and hit the button for the tenth floor, riding in silence. I knew that would not last long. Soon the whole building would be up and at ‘em, as they say in the States. I would not be up or at anything. I was going to take a shower and climb into my bed. Apparently, I was going on a date tonight, and I did not want to resemble a zombie. Not when the guy knocking on my door would be Seth Decker.

He is tall, dark, and handsome in every sense of the saying. His hair is dark rich chocolate compared to my honey blonde. His eyes are burnt amber compared to my effervescent blue. His height equals mine when I wear heels, and I enjoy the fact he is slightly taller than me without. It wasn’t often that was the case.

I glanced down at the fuck-me pumps I wore but could not see them over my busen. My breasts were generous by every world’s standards and a real pain in my neck, literally. The only thing I liked about them was the look of lust on Seth’s face every time he saw me. He was always a gentleman and tried to avert his eyes, but I knew. Every man reacted the same way, but when Seth’s eyes lit on them, it never made me feel dirty. He was always respectful.

Working here, I was well aware that desire was not always easy to control. I should know, I had a hard time not throwing myself at Seth every time we passed each other in the hallway. It was completely unprofessional to date a coworker, and as the head of the engineering department, I had to set a good example. That did not mean I had to like it. Somehow, I would have to spin tonight as a working dinner, so no one asked questions I did not want to answer. Most especially should my boss be the one asking them.

Lars Jäger was the nicest guy you would ever meet, but he had his limits. Sure, he dated and married his marketing director when the Miami office first opened, but that was extenuating circumstances. They worked together closely for months as the only two in the building. Besides, they were perfect for each other and denying that would be like denying the giant globes on my chest.

I snorted with laughter when the doors opened, and I came face-to-face with the big boss himself. “Lars,” I greeted him, exiting the elevator. “You are up early.”

He lifted a brow and let the doors slide shut. “And you are up late. You did not sleep again?”

“Ende der sitzung,” I explained and then grimaced. It was difficult to remember to speak English with him when it was our second language. He wanted me to use as little German as possible in the building, though. He worried other employees who did not speak German would perceive it as deceptive. Granted, it was just the two of us in the hallway, but I tried to avoid it all the time, so I did not do it at the wrong time. “I apologize,” I sighed, “I am müde.” I gave myself a cheek slap in frustration. “I am tired.”

He laughed and patted my shoulder. “Relax, Pia. You had a late meeting here?”

“No, with Marcus in Germany. I decided to stay and work on a problem we have with a prototype, but I was unsuccessful.”

He smiled and tucked his hands into his expensive suit pants pockets. The man was all German god. Serenity was a lucky woman to share his bed.

Good lord, woman. You must need to take a spin with one of your creations because you are, what do they say here? A horny dog?