Chapter 52

• Valerie shifted uncomfortably on the plush leather sofa, the short hemline of her dress riding up dangerously high on her thighs. She could feel Michael's intense gaze sweeping over her, his eyes smoldering with a barely restrained hunger.
• "You know, Mrs. Donovan," he murmured in a low, velvety voice, "if you're dressed like that, I'm going to have to take it as an invitation."
• Valerie rolled her eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing across her features. "Slow down there, tiger. Don't go getting any ideas."