Daniel straightened his tie as he looked in the mirror over the sink. The investors had arrived and would be expecting his report in exactly ... he glanced at his watch ... seven minutes.

There, the tie was perfect. He thought about Alexa’s hands straightening it just before he left this morning. Long fingers with clear buffed nails raking down the center of his chest, mimicking her actions of just hours before when they’d been lying on sweat-soaked sheets. He’d left her at the door with a promise to hurry home as soon as he could. They’d ordered some new toys from an online store and they were due to come in any day.

Alexa had waved to him and promised to let him know at lunch if the mail had come or not. Then she’d blown him a kiss and pulled back her robe to show him what she wasn’t wearing underneath.

His stomach clenched now at the thought of Alexa, her milky skin and long wavy black hair. Lord that woman made him hotter than a six-peckered alleycat.

“Daniel, they’re ready,” his partner said, sticking his head into the men’s room.

“Coming.” He banished all thoughts of Alexa and her luscious legs to a remote corner of his mind and headed for the conference room.

Seven people waited for him there — his partner, Roger, and the six investors. He’d worked, along with Roger, for over a year to get their project off the ground. Now that it was fully underway, the investors insisted on weekly updates, in person, not by fax or conference phone. The week-to-week progress was so minute these meetings were nothing more than a waste of time. Time he could be spending out on the job site.