Alex leaned against the edge of her desk, close enough for her to catch the cedarwood scent of his cologne.
"How was your day?" she asked, her voice shifting to safer ground, as if testing whether he'd let her dodge the electric current crackling between them.
Alex chuckled, low and smooth, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Day was fine, Tisha. But we both know you're not dying to hear about my classes." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, echoing their dance floor intimacy.
"You're thinking about last night. The way your hand lingered on me. The way you wanted more."
Her breath hitched, but she held her ground, tilting her head with a knowing smile. "Cocky, aren't you? That suit's gone straight to your head."
