“You’ve had a taste, a very small taste, of how good it could be between us.

“And, like it or not, you’re curious. You’re wondering just how much better, and hotter, it could get. And one day...maybe not today, maybe not for a while yet, you’ll want to scratch that itch.”

Her mouth fell open in astonishment.

“When you reach that point,” Asher continued, “when you decide you’ve wondered enough and are ready to discover just how good it will be between us, all you have to do is crook that pretty finger of yours and I’ll come running.”

Her jaw snapped shut and she smoothed her hands down her jeans. “Well, then. I’ll be careful not to...crook my finger. I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Now, if you’re through feeding that tremendous ego, we both have work to do. On the case.”

“Of course. After you.” He motioned in the direction of his office.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her backpack from the table, then headed down the hallway.