Exclusive Excerpt from Broken
by Colette Davison
Michael jerked his head up at the sound of a soft knock on his open door. Jag was leaning against the doorframe, hair damp and falling around his face. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, but his chest and feet were bare. Michael’s heart began thundering again; he was sure it was fighting to burst out of his chest.
Jag folded his arms casually. “Next time, you should join me.”
Michael’s eyes widened involuntarily. He cleared his throat, scratched his jaw, and tried to figure out what to say. He needed something that would give him plausible deniability. Before any words could leap out of his throat, Jag started to walk slowly towards him, circumventing the large desk that stood between them. He leant down, resting his hands on the arms of Michael’s chair so their faces were only millimetres apart.
“Getting rid of all that body paint is a bitch.” The right-hand side of Jag’s mouth hooked up into a smile. “I guess you know how far it goes now.”
Michael found himself swallowing. They were too close, and Jag’s lips were too tempting. But that was the point, wasn’t it? This wasn’t some innocent conversation. A week and a half of stares and pseudo flirting had led to this moment. Had Jag intended for him to see him in the shower? Probably. The young man was definitely trouble. Gorgeous, hard to resist, trouble.