Free Sloan (The Protectors Series) Book #9 by Teresa Gabelman

sat at her desk with Sloan leaning over her. Dammit, she had to focus. Why did he have to smell so good? Her eyes left the computer screen to lock on his large masculine hand moving her mouse around.
    “This program is pretty easy to understand.” His voice boomed next to her ear, making her jump. Her eyes returned to the screen so fast it made her dizzy.
    Easy , she thought, if I paid attention . She snorted to herself, wondering what happened to her big plan of no men. She could see his reflection in the screen and saw he was staring at her.
    “You think you got it?” he asked, letting go of the mouse and standing straight.
    “I think so.” She nodded, not sure if she were being truthful.
    “Go ahead and do Adam’s,” Sloan instructed as he stepped back to watch. “He’s less likely to kill you if his paycheck is wrong.”
    “What?” Becky spun in her chair to look up at him with wide eyes.
    “The guys get pretty cranky when their paychecks are wrong.” Sloan cocked his eyebrow. “Jill’s the worst, actually.”
    “You’re kidding, right?” Becky was freaking out now. Shit, she should have paid more attention to the program than his damn hand on her mouse. Okay, that sounded a little dirty.
    “I’d protect you the first couple of times, but after that, you’d be on your own.” Sloan’s voice was even, his face serious… until he winked at her.
    Okay, her no-man thing just went out of the window. With just a wink her insides felt on fire as they dipped, flipped, and did all sorts of shit. She was ready to melt off her roller chair into messy goo at his feet. How in the hell was she supposed to keep her sanity with winking going on? No man ever in her life had her questioning her own sanity with just a wink.
    “Becky.” Sloan’s voice broke into her crazy thoughts.
    “Yeah?” she responded, then jumped. “Yeah! Okay, Adam.”
    Turning toward the screen, knowing her face was blotched red with embarrassment, she grabbed the mouse, still warm from his touch, and sighed. Holy shit, get a grip! she screamed to herself. Ready to go, her mind went completely blank and the program on the screen looked completely foreign to her.
    After a few minutes of her staring at the screen like a complete idiot, Sloan leaned down, putting one hand on the back of her chair as the other one pointed.
    “Find Adam’s name in this row and click.” Sloan’s voice was so masculine it sent shivers down her spine.
    “Stop it,” she whispered to herself.
    “What?” Sloan glanced at her, their faces close.
    “Ah…” was all she could think to say, then snapped her head back to the computer and clicked Adam’s name. Thank God, it was coming back to her. For a minute, she thought her brain had gone to shit. Going through the motions with Sloan watching and smelling so damn good, she reached the last step. Becky glanced up at him. “Hit Submit?”
    He looked down at her. “Looks good.” He nodded, his eyes then focusing on the screen.
    “You sure?” Becky hesitated. “I’d really hate to mess up his pay, even though he’s less likely to kill me than the other ones.”
    Sloan chuckled. “It’s fine, go ahead.”
    Becky held her breath and hit Submit. She did a few more with Sloan standing over her. While she was glad he was watching, she also wished he would just go. His closeness was driving her insane and making her a nervous wreck. And she was seriously considering jumping on him. Oh yes she was, and that was not good. Suddenly the screen flashed.
    “Uh-oh, what did I do?” Becky frowned, searching the screen frantically.
    “Here.” Sloan grabbed her hand with the mouse and moved it, then used his finger to pressure hers to click. With no warning whatsoever, the scene from Ghost popped into her thoughts, the Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore pottery wheel scene. Oh my God, she was going to lose her shit. No, she’d already lost it.
    Thank God the door opened. Sloan released her hand and turned as she sat