He cordially held out a hand. She gaped at his extended palm. Holy shit. He wanted her to touch him? Staring at his long, slender fingers and short nails, her eyes widened. Oh, no. No, she didn't think she could touch him without melting into a drooling puddle.

She couldn't tell if her dad sensed she was drowning in young Pierce's blue gaze or not, but he latched a hand around her shoulder as if to pull her back to reality. She had to admit, she was grateful for the move, otherwise she might've lost it and thrown herself at the new president, peeling off articles of clothing as she went.

Her dad let go almost as soon as he grabbed her though. "Sweetheart," he said, sounding reluctant to make introductions. "This is Braxton Farris, the, uh, the new president of Farris Industries. Farris, my daughter, Lenna."

"It's nice to meet you, Lenna," her father's hot boss said.

She had to repress a shudder of delight as the sound of her own name settled over her, never having realized Lenna could sound so pretty until he said it. She could actually picture him repeating it in exactly that same manner as he laid her down on a bed of silky sheets and had her glide the backs of her hands over smooth satin covers while he covered her with his bare, heated chest.

Remembering he still held out his palm for a shake, she quickly took his fingers. His skin was warm and so inviting she didn't want to let go. She lifted her eyes to his, and a bolt of pure lust slammed into her; she immediately pulled away. As she did, the pad of his thumb grazed the knuckle of her thumb. By the zing it shot through her, he might as well have slid his hand up the hem her dress and inside the crotch of her panties.

"Oh," she gasped quietly, not meaning to let the exclamation escape.

The humiliating part was that Braxton Farris heard her little slip. His eyes sprang to hers, where they glittered with awareness.

Guiltily, Lenna's gaze darted to her dad. But he hadn't seemed to notice any part of the embarrassing encounter.