She'd been had. A notion the older woman verified when she not so subtly picked up her purse.
"Well, Colin?" Emma asked. "Aren't you going to follow tradition?"
Rina knew from experience life rarely doled out second chances. Standing under the mistletoe with Colin was a one-time opportunity. She'd been doing a lot of talk about living a new life and starting over.
She glanced up at the mistletoe that teased her and tempted her to follow her most erotic impulses. Emma obviously caught the sexual undercurrents that had been running between Rina and Colin since day one.
No sense trying to hide them now.
"I wonder," she whispered softly, for Colin's ears only. Taking advantage of the new, liberated Rina, she leaned forward, closer to Colin and those super-sexy lips. "Do you have the nerve?"
CHAPTER TWO
FROM THE CORNER of her eye, Rina saw Emma slip out the door.
"Emma's gone," Colin said. He sounded as stunned as she felt at this sudden turn of events, and his voice held a husky, low timbre that resembled rough whiskey.
"And she definitely left some excitement in her wake."
"Is that what you'd call it?" He studied her shamelessly, as if taking her measure. Looking for what, Rina couldn't be sure, but with each passing second, those blue eyes seemed to see inside her.
To read her mind. If he could, he'd know she took this tradition seriously. Now that Emma had put the idea in her mind, she wanted to know what it would feel like to be kissed under the mistletoe. Right now. By Colin.
His hands came to rest on her shoulders, his palms hot and strong. Heat burned within her and her stomach curled with silken anticipation as the need to taste him grew.
"Rina?"
"Yes?"
He removed her glasses, placing them on the desk, and stared. "Did you know you have golden flecks in those brown eyes?"