After a moment of scribbling, I sense somebody watching me, and from the way my skin prickles, I don’t even have to lift my gaze to know it’s Matt. Surreptitiously I look at him over the rim of my glasses. He’s studying me with something that feels like half-lust and half-admiration in his eyes. The temperature in the conference room jumps another ten degrees, and oh wow, maybe I should start fanning my face so I don’t end up looking like an overripe tomato.
