“Okay, let’s clear the air. Let’s get this out there so we can get on with the day.” Sam paused as though expecting her to object.

She didn’t. Why would she? She wanted to remain in her job more than she’d ever wanted anything. Except maybe for Sam.

“You made a mistake, that’s all. One mistake, which you tried to correct immediately. You can’t possibly believe I’d want you to leave because you sent me the wrong email.”

“It was quite an email, Doc. We can’t ignore that.”

“Of course we can’t. And I don’t want to.” His tone dropped, his lips softened and his mouth looked downright kissable. “I’m looking forward to the next one.”

Molly blinked. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, sending chills up and down her spine, and her heart raced like crazy. Hormonal, excited and relieved were not the only things she felt. No, there was a whole host of other emotions swirling around in her chest.

Okay, Molly. Focus. Stop thinking and respond to Sam. He’s waiting for you to say something.

“You really want another email from me?”

Sam nodded. There was his smile, back again, tugging at his lips, making him look sinfully sexy. And sensual. And beautiful…

Wait. Concentrate. Clarify. “Another dirty email?”

“More than I want my next breath.” His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, his eyes darkened with desire and his pupils dilated. “There are all those contagious symptoms, Miss Molly. We need to explore them. Find out why they’re suddenly affecting both of us.”

For a second, Molly forgot how to breathe. Forgot there was even air in the room. Surely Sam had sucked it all into that blistering look of his?

She melted. Her legs gave way and had the chair not been beneath her, she’d have landed in a boneless puddle on the floor. His expression rendered her speechless.

One thing Molly had never been before was speechless.

Sam shifted from one foot to the other, as though he were suddenly in physical discomfort. “Never mind contagious. With the way I feel standing here looking at you, I suspect this may be the beginning of an epidemic.”

And there were the shivers again, racing up and down her spine, making the office seem electric. “S-Sam…”

His chest heaved. “I like the way you say my name.”

Molly blinked. Electricity zipped through the quiet rooms.

“Say it again,” he urged in that hoarse whisper.

The sound scraped over Molly’s skin, giving her goose bumps. Honestly, that was a bedroom voice. A whisper reserved for lovers.

“Sam.”

Uh-oh. Her voice sounded equally bedroom-ish. And wasn’t that completely inappropriate for work? Molly shook her head, trying to clear the fog.