“My name is Brooke.” He takes my hand, and a warm zip of electricity bolts through me. “Lev.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, the heat of his gaze skimming along my skin like sunshine. “And what about you—are you heading to New York for business or pleasure?” He smiles, and it’s devastating. “Business.” A wicked gleam burns in those dark eyes as he drops his gaze to my lips. “But now I’m thinking it might be pleasure.”
