He chuckles huskily, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe, transfixed by how his mirth transforms his face. "That's it. You're officially banned from laughing in front of me, ever." The words slip out before I can stop them. His chuckle deepens, and I swear it vibrates through my entire body.
I lock my knees to keep from melting into a puddle of lust-addled goo. Shit. Abort mission, abort mission! I can't flirt with him. I'm leaving tonight, and a man like him? Yeah, he only flirts with a very specific endgame in mind. One I definitely cannot indulge. No matter how badly I want to.
