Her stomach fluttered.
Reese's breath hitched. He stared.
He'd always wondered what they looked like.
It was obvious in the way his pupils darkened, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his fingers twitched slightly.
Sylvia felt heat rush through her cheeks.
"Reese…I mean…sir?" she whispered.
His eyes flicked up to hers slowly, the hunger unmistakable.
"You're making me forget how much discipline I'm supposed to have."
And God… she wanted him to forget. She wanted him undone—by her.
Reese had never had any use for love. To him, love was distracting, messy, irrational. A liability no man in his position could afford. And everything with his boss only proved him right: Winn, a brilliant man reduced into a storm of chaos because of one woman. Reese had observed it all, reinforcing his conclusion.
But passion?
Passion he understood.
