Free Night Heat by Brenda Jackson

particular movie was incredible. Pretty much the same way he felt about anyone not eating Kentucky Fried Chicken.
    â€œSo tell me, Sebastian Steele, just what do you do for fun?” she asked, regaining his attention.
    â€œFun?”
    â€œYes, fun. You know, the activity that you’re supposed to do when work ends.”
    â€œWork for me doesn’t end. I enjoy what I do.”
    â€œI enjoy what I do too, but not 24/7. Come on, get with it. Everyone is entitled to some fun time to just unwind, regroup and relieve stress. Don’t you believe in work/life balance?”
    Bas chuckled. Work/life balance? Was there really such a thing? She was beginning to sound like hisbrothers, who thought too much work with no playtime was a deadly sin. If that was the case, then he was looking hell straight in the face, since he was used to working into the wee hours of the morning. As long as he could grab a few hours of sleep and wake up the next morning to a decent-tasting cup of coffee, then he was good to go.
    Knowing that she was waiting for a response, he said, “I get my work/life balance when I go to sleep.”
    â€œOh. And how many hours do you sleep each night?”
    He was beginning to dislike her questions. “I get enough sleep. And speaking of sleep, it’s late and I was about to leave.”
    â€œOkay. Good night.”
    He raised a brow and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. “Aren’t you leaving, too?”
    â€œNo, I plan to hang around awhile and color a few more pages,” she said, brushing aside a curl that had fallen on her cheek.
    He frowned, not liking her answer and not liking the fact that he was tempted to reach out and curl that lock of hair around his finger and tilt her mouth to his and…
    Damn. He quickly sucked in a deep breath, determined to bring his heated thoughts back on track. He then forced himself to concentrate on what she had said about not leaving yet. There was no way he wasgoing to leave her here alone at this time of night. “What’s your day like tomorrow?”
    â€œSince we can’t do anything at the Jones place until the inspector gets there to check things out, which probably won’t be until after lunch, I’m going to be at school in the morning.”
    He cocked his head to one side, trying to figure out what she was talking about. “School? Are you taking a class or something? “
    â€œNo. I offer my assistance to several schools where they need more help in the classrooms. Budget cuts have made smaller class sizes impossible, so I do what I can to help out. It’s something I enjoy doing. For me it’s another fun activity. And then at noon I have a business meeting.” She raised her hand over her head as if to stretch the kinks from her upper body.
    He tried not to notice how the stretching made her blouse tighten over her firm breasts. He cleared his throat. “Sounds like you have a rather full schedule tomorrow, which is all the more reason you should go home and get a good night’s sleep. Let’s go.”
    When she didn’t move and sat there glaring at him, he lifted a brow. “Is there a problem?”
    â€œYes, there’s a problem,” she said, standing and placing her hands on her hips. “First of all, let’s get a few things straight right now. You are not my keeper so don’t tell me when to go or when to stay. Secondly,I don’t like interruptions during what I consider my fun time, and thirdly, why should you care about how much sleep I get? Your concern should be with Mason Construction, and I hope you’ll do what you came here to do then leave before getting too underfoot.”
    â€œToo underfoot?” he growled, not liking what she’d just said. In record speed he crossed the room and before she could blink, he had her backed up against a wall, his body pressed intimately to hers. “You wouldn’t know