This chemist was like none shed ever met. He was tall and big, much more so than shed thought from the pictures. She watched with fascination as he shrugged out of his white lab coat. His black, golf shirthanging the right way off his bodyshowed off thick, sinewy muscles in his wide back bunching with each smooth motion. Shoulders as broad as they come led to arms that were thick and defined and strong. He possessed a narrow waist and hips. Hunny could see the curve of a healthy bottom leading down to strong thighs and calves she could sense even in his loose-fitting pants. He turned toward her, sensing her presence, and she could see the power in his chest. Just a quick, unconscious contracting of the muscles there that drew her eyes and dried her throat.

Hunny swallowed. She hadnt seen a body like that in a long, long time. She hadnt had such a powerful physical reaction to a man in such a longlongwell, never. The body was perfect, but she hesitated before looking at a face shed only seen in pictures. However, Hunny had never been a coward. Slowly, her eyes traveled up and up until she absently pressed a hand to her chest.

Huntington didnt know if she had ever seen someone so delicious looking and soso damn. His skin was dark chocolate, smooth, and shining with a young, healthy glow. He had high, proud cheekbones and a straight, firm nose. His jaw was strong and square. His chin was just as adamant. His lips were full, and they looked soft and warm and ready to kiss. And his eyesGood Lord, they had not left her since he came inhis eyes were the deepest brown, black even, and mesmerizing with their almond shape. They were warm eyes that held amusement and intelligence and just a hint of something else that was more than a little intimidating. They were talking to her, and Hunny didnt know if she was ready for what they were saying. She took a step back. The amusement in his brown orbs kicked up a notch, and Hunny swallowed. The man looked like an angel and a devil at once.

Hunny had to look away for a moment. Her throat was dry and her insides felt like they were all stirred up. She needed to clear her head so she took a deep breath thenpure accidentcast her gaze back his way. His arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the counter. He smiled a brief, appraising smile that gave Hunny a glimpse of incredibly straight, white teeth, with the barest hint of a gap between the front two. Goodness, even that was sexy. And, as if that wasnt enough, the chemist started to speak. His voice was heavy and hot like a caress. It was familiar and she realized what hed said and her eyes widened, Hello, Honeybee.

She knew immediately why hed chosen that silly moniker. Her butter-colored skin, sand-colored hair, and light brown eyes were frequently enough commented on. But, only her mother had ever called Honeybee. Most people shortened Huntington to Hunny, not Honeybee. She didnt like the name or the liquid warmth that had pooled inside her at the sound of it rolling off his tongue.

It was going to be pretty damn hard to get through this first meeting if he was going to keep heating her up with those scandalous gazes. And she couldnt for the life of her figure out why. Why was this gorgeous man so obviously attracted to her? Sure she was attractive enoughshed have to be slow not to know thatbut this guy dated models. Unless it was the chase, or maybe he was one of the guys who was just into quantity. Huntington found herself frowning. She was not looking forward to the next couple of days working in close quarters with this coffee-complected Adonis.

For a moment, she considered leaving. Maybe her best bet would be to leave the laboratory, find Gina, and tell her she could present the work theyd done earlier that day. She would call Arthur and tell himtell him Well she didnt know what she would tell him. All she knew was, she couldnt work with Kevin Carter. She had to be realistic. This man was dangerous to every part of her person. He held her career in the balance, and he was making her body go haywire while she needed all of her mental energy to land this troublesome contract. She didnt know if she could do it.

Quickly, with as much composure as she could muster, she explained, Im sorry, were you expecting me? She pushed out her hand and stepped forward. Im

Huntington Lewis, of course.

Yes, Hunny answered nearly embarrassed by the breathy sound of her own voice. Huntington Lewis.

Ive really been looking forward to meeting you, he stated clasping her hand. For a moment, she couldnt look away from his face. He was so masculine and beautiful Thats when she realized she should be shaking his hand back.

Shall we go to my office?

Huntington nodded. She started toward the door and turned to leave. However, when she hazarded a glance behind her, she found that AdonisCarterhadnt budged. He was still standing by the counter and now he was sporting a full-on, devastating grin with one eyebrow cocked up at her. That couldnt bode well.

Hunny frowned, and he motioned her towards another door she hadnt noticed earlier. She changed her direction and went through the door as held it for her.

Once inside, she paused. It was the most sumptuous office shed ever seen. Shed expected something dark, gray, or black. Something cold and uninviting. Something industrial and manly. She couldnt have been more surprised. It was bright and cheery with beautiful hardwood flooringWas that redwood? Wasnt it endangered or something?shined to perfection. There were large red, gold, and copper paintings on three walls. There were two over-large sofas, both covered in durable, crisp white canvas with bright yellow leather cushions artfully arranged on them. A polished wood inlay coffee table tied the sitting area together and coordinated with Kevins desk. Huge and hulking, it was situated in the corner between two windows. A large flat monitor occupied the center of the desk. Somewhere, there was probably a keyboard and mouse; however, she certainly couldnt see them. The desk, a beautiful polished creation uncontested mess.

Kevin Carter went around and sat down. Huntington watched as he started to stack papers and pamphlet galleys and folders together to sit them on the floor behind him. Thankfully, this encounter seemed to be moving toward a less provocative path.

Drawers, he said to her almost apologetically. I wanted a desk with drawers, but this one doesnt have any. I had to decide which I wanted more.