Martin leaned close and whispered, “Rose, stop eye-fucking the coffee and just drink it.” His breath, a waft of warm air. His mouth, so close to her ear… She shivered as a tingle of arousal eased down her spine. At the first tap of the microphone on the impromptu dais, she pulled herself together. “Language, Mr. Krause.” But she drank his coffee, and as she did, she could see him watching her mouth.
