Free Physical Distraction: A Sinful Suspense Novel by Tess Oliver Page B

had been visibly shaken, snapped right back to work with hardly any hesitation. One thing was certain, the bravery medals for the day went to the Wolfe brothers. Dane had jumped onto the logs without a second thought. Of course, it was his brother who was under the ceiling of raw timber. Still, not one other person had lent a helping hand out on the water.
    I skirted around the remaining files to find out where I’d left off. My dramatic lunch break had left me slightly frazzled. Lunch break. I’d left my lunch out on the table. I headed to the break room to clean up after myself.
    It took only a second to realize I’d opened the wrong door. Jem was standing in front of the lockers. His wet clothes were piled on the bench. He made no attempt to cover up his naked body.
    “Oh shit, wrong door,” I chirped as I backed up. My head and back smacked the edge of the open door, and it shut behind me, leaving me standing in the locker room. I quickly proved to myself that I was completely human. My face felt hot and my breath was stuck somewhere deep in my chest. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from him. There was no other way to describe it. He was finely chiseled perfection. And the crooked grin on his face assured me that he knew it.
    Slowly, he stepped into his pants. “Not a problem.”
    I had to will myself not to stare at him, at all of him. There was nothing disappointing about the man . . . physically. He pulled up the jeans but left them unzipped as he rested his hand up on the top of the locker door. My eyes kept getting drawn to the dark line of hair bisecting his abdomen and disappearing below the wide open fly of his pants.
    I knew full well that I should spin right around and leave, but it had been so dramatic out there on the river and it seemed to me that an almost imperceptible chin lift from the boss was not enough recognition for what he’d done. “That was really brave—” His half naked body and handsome face were making it hard to sputter the words out clearly. “What you did out there on the water. I saw you dive in and—” I reached behind me for the doorknob. “Anyhow, just wanted to tell you.”
    A faint smile crossed his face as he turned to pull a shirt from the locker. A thin river of blood trailed across his shoulders.
    “You’re hurt.” I released the doorknob and stepped closer.
    “It’s fine.” He went to pull on his shirt.
    “No,” I said louder than necessary. “I know there’s a first aid kit in the office. Let me at least clean it off and put some antiseptic on it.” I held up my hands. “Don’t move.” I rushed out to the office. From the front windows, I could see Finn sitting up on the gurney while the medics took his vitals. It was a relieving sight to see. I grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf on the wall and carried it back into the locker room. Jem was sitting with his long, thick legs straddling the bench.
    “It’s just a scratch, Woodstock. But then, how stupid would I be to turn down first aid from an incredibly hot nurse.”
    “Yes, and since there aren’t any hot nurses around, you’ll have to settle for one slightly shaken office worker.”
    “If settling means having you tend to me, then consider me extremely settled.” There was no way to ignore the suggestive tone behind his words.
    “Most mortal men would still be reeling from the incident outside, but here you sit, bleeding and wet, acting as if nothing happened and making suggestive remarks to a girl you hardly know.” I circled behind him, and following his model, I straddled the bench.
    “Yep, I find it really hard to turn off that switch.”
    I searched through the box for sterile gauze. “What switch is that?”
    “I’ll leave that for you to figure out.”
    “Oh. Jeez, you’re a one track train heading in a single direction, aren’t you? Now hold still.”
    “Not going anywhere, darlin’.”
    Normally, being called darlin’ would raise my hackles, but something about the