Page 9 (1/2)

Lex couldn’t deny that he’d felt the rare knee-jerk response when Lily had turned to face hi color—and co She had an artistically crafted face, a stunning figure, sculpted legsand she oozed an alluring sensuality that had gripped hio Especially when she’d been so breathless at the sight of him

Admittedly, the visual of her had been stuck in his brain since she’d dropped the tea tray in the corridor

He’d been serious about his reason for not elaborating on her when in the limo with Jax on their way into San Fran He’d wanted Jax’s reaction to her to be predicated solely on instinct Not swayed by anything Lex had to say

Of course Jax was right that they had neither the time nor the luxury to dabble in an affair But that didn’t ht of earlier—creative inspiration

Lex’s hts on this when she entered the room

The first thing out of her mouth was, “I’m so sorry—”

“Stop apologizing,” Jax cut in “I already told Lex you orking downstairs Your appearance is fine, Lily Now, if you’d kindly pour me another cocktail”

He didn’t exactly slint of appreciation in Jax’s eyes For her services, sure But more accurately, for her considerable assets

And daht All that shiny onyx hair in fat, loose curls, and her sparkling eyes, criroin tighten

He couldn’t take his eyes from her as she crossed to the butler’s pantry at the far end of the rooardless of what Jax had said, buttoned the cuffs, and then donned white gloves She poured two fingers of brandy in a Baccarat snifter, set it on a round silver tray, and delivered it efficiently to Jax

Her hands didn’t even shake

Then she turned to Lex “May I pour you a scotch?” His drink of choice

He gave a slight nod “Thank you Then you can retire for the evening We’ll be at this through the night”

And inspiration versus distraction was a very fine line

She returned to the wet bar