Seth realized his error in judgment the second his hand had locked around Brooke’s arm to usher her towards his town car. An error that became even more prominent when he’d climbed into the car beside her, and his leg had pressed against hers.
<TX>Now his hand and his leg burned just from simple contact with the woman, through their clothes. God knew what would happen if he ever got his hands on her for real.
He’d probably combust.
As for the effect those grazing touches had had on her . . .
Seth glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brooke’s profile. Noted the way her cheeks were a touch pinker than before, her breath a bit shallow.
Brooke cleared her throat and glanced down at the minimal space between them. “You’re on my coat.”
Seth glanced down, and sure enough he was sitting on her coat, which in turn was holding her captive against his side. “Right,” he said gruffly. “Sorry.”
Even as he said it, they both stayed perfectly still. Seth had to order his body to cooperate, shifting slightly so she could pull away, and the second she did, he felt the urge to yank her back again. To pull her to him, to kiss that full bottom lip, maybe pull her up and over him so she was straddling him, and just—
The privacy screen separating them from Dex, his longtime driver, came down slightly. “Pardon the interruption, Mr. Tyler. I didn’t get the address of where we were heading?”
“Oh!” Brooke said, fumbling with her book. “Let me get that for you.”
“The Miller Museum,” Seth interrupted.
Dex nodded. “Very good, sir. Traffic’s especially bad today. A concert at Times Square, some rally in the park, plus construction on Third. Might take us a while.”
“Wonderful,” Brooke muttered as she typed something on her phone.
Dex slid the privacy screen back into place, and Seth almost wished he’d asked the chauffeur to leave it as is, so he wouldn’t be tempted by the blonde beside him.
His grand plan of getting close to her with the hope of talking her into doing some digging on Neil and Maya may not have been one of his best. He could barely think around the woman, much less speak coherently.
Hardly like him.
Seth tapped his fingers slowly on the leather seat beside him, forcing himself to look out the window instead of at her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her slide her phone into her bag, and was surprised when she shifted her body around to face him. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was studying him. He half expected her to start jotting notes about him in her little book.
He clenched his jaw, staring out at the slowly passing city before he gave in and looked over at her. “You’re staring.”