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was his low response. “Maybe you should come with me.”
    Kyran cocked his brow, waiting for her response. Gulping, she touched his hand, deciding to call his bluff. She straddled his lap and rolled her hips suggestively. Dale pressed her breasts against his chest, her nipples pushing at the fabrics of her dress and Trace’s sweater. Kyran smoothed his hands along her thighs, stopping just underneath the hem of her dress. She shivered, bringing her lips to his ear. “I doubt you could do anything even if I did,” she whispered.
    Kyran gave a light snore in reaction. He had fallen asleep. She moved off him, flopping back on the couch and glaring at him for passing out, as though he was aware of the unintentional rejection. Squeezing her thighs together tightly, she beat down her burning lust. Dale’s disappointment was soon overshadowed by concern at the speed in which he’d fallen asleep.
    Kyran could have concussion, and he shouldn’t be left alone. The bed was too far away, and she decided she couldn’t carry him. After nudging him a |
    few times, it was obvious he was out for the count. It left her with one option, one she would no doubt regret tomorrow when he chewed her out.
    She kicked off her shoes and curled up on the couch, pulling Trace’s sweater over her knees and down her legs. Leaving space between them, she closed her eyes, and listened to Kyran’s steady breaths.
    Dale was about to sleep with her boss less than two days after meeting him.

Chapter 6
    Dale stretched and yawned. For a moment she wondered where the hell she was, but the creak of the leather as she moved on the couch, coupled with Kyran’s soft snores, restored her equilibrium.
    He was sleeping on his side, chest pressed to her hip with his arm slung across her thighs. At some point he must have removed his hoodie because it lay discarded on the floor, and his torso was now naked.
    Using her elbows, Dale propped herself up, cautious of making any big movements that might jostle him. Taking her time, she let her gaze drift over him, checking out every contour of his body. His biceps bulged even when relaxed, the definition of each muscle very clear. His tattooed arm stood out against the paleness of her skin—a stunning contrast.
    Dale drank in his toned side and his abs. She continued looking down to the path of dark hair that disappeared under his jeans.
    Kyran’s naked torso was a beautiful thing to wake up to, even though she could only see half of it. She took the time to have a good look while he was unaware, following the planes of each muscle that ran across his chest and abdomen. Licking her lips, she suddenly felt thirsty. He’d go crazy if he knew she was eying him up, but then he was going to anyway when he realized she’d slept here next to him.
    Light spilled in from the huge windows, making it difficult for her to slip back into slumber. Dale checked her watch, noticing it was later than she’d first thought.
    Needing to leave so she wouldn’t be late for work on her third day, she tried easing out from under Kyran. He grunted, gripping tighter onto her legs, and if she’d questioned his strength before, it was moot now.
    Carefully, Dale tried to peel his fingers one by one from her thigh. Her heart beat double time when he tightened his hold. She looked up at his face and smiled, very nervous when she met his sleepy green eyes.
    “Um, hi,” she said feebly.
    His dark brows shot up. Kyran blinked three times before he looked down her body. She felt naked even though she still wore her brother’s sweater.
    “See anything you like, Ms. Porter?” His voice was gravelly and low.
    Humor shone in his eyes but Dale didn’t fool easy.
    “I w-was checking if you were okay. That’s all.”
    He flexed his fingers on her thigh an instant before he pulled her down the length of the couch level with him. She met him face to face. Dale widened her eyes when he hooked her leg over his hip.
    “Is this what you wanted,