“Are you going to tell Alicia that you caught me?” he asked, barely out of breath as I bent over, panting before I keyed in the code that allowed access to my lock, then pulled the key from around my neck.

“How else would I pick a fight with her over hiring security without telling me?” I asked, stepping into the soothing, temperature-controlled oasis of my foyer. “You coming in?”

His gaze dropped from my face to my body, settling on my breasts, the juncture of my thighs, and then back to my fac...