WIP Wednesday – The Phucket List

(Still in first draft status)
This part written by my co-author.  You know, if I had a boss like this, I might try to score a few fringe benefits too:
            The moment the door was open though, she completely forgot about all her worries as she took in the full glory that was her former boss Frank.  There was a tension in him that belied the easy, relaxed stance he presented.  It reminded her why he'd come.  At that very moment she should've told him all the reasons she'd decided she couldn't work for him anymore, but she didn't, she couldn't.  The only thing she could manage to do was stare at him and suck in air like she'd just been bodyslammed.            Standing about 6' 1", he dominated the entrance to her apartment, but it wasn't his height that had her transfixed.  It was the tight denim blue jeans he was wearing that clung to him like a second skin and left almost nothing to her overactive imagination.  Tearing her fevered gaze away from his crotch, she blinked a few times in rapid succession because her retinas felt scorched from straying too long on his prominent package.  Gradually she worked her transfixed gaze back to his face where it encountered the rigid line of his square jaw, sprinkled with dark stubble and a set of sinful lips that were cocked in a half smile against the deep bronze of his skin.