Well,” I said clearing my throat at the uncomfortable stare-down competition between the two of us. “I’ve got to be heading out. See ya tomorrow, Judge.”

“Not so fast,” he bit out, grasping a firm hold on my wrist. I gasped at the contact, because this time it felt more intimate, almost inviting. “I’m not done with you yet, Miss Davis.

He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.

That idea turned me on.

I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.

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