“You’ve been dreaming about me?” she croaked. Alejandro’s eyebrows lifted and then furrowed. “Of course, I have. You really didn’t know I was interested in you?” Deja shook her head. “I thought you were just being friendly.” He stood up and leaned fully across her desk. Those hands moved to either side of Deja’s coffee cup, and his mouth was right there at eye height, tempting her. Deja wanted to grab his face and pull him closer, but she couldn’t do that — not again — so she fisted her hands in her lap instead. “I promise you, I’m not that friendly,” he whispered to her.
