I step off the elevator and he is there waiting for me, dressed in a snazzy shirt and tight jeans to boot. His muscles look way too big for the shirt threatening the integrity of the seams.

“If I didn’t already have Michael!” I compliment him in an overly flirtatious manner.

He takes a step closer to me so now he is totally in my personal space and with those puppy dog eyes and his really deep, super sexy voice he asks, “You would?” He reached his arms around my waist quite presumptuously.

“Let’s just say, I would be swallowing more than my dinner,” I entice. He stares into my...