Chapter 337

He just told Leslie to wait inside-not to sit on his lap while she waited. The sweet scent on her body drifted over, making it really hard to stay focused. With such soft warmth in his arms, there was no way he could concentrate unless he felt absolutely nothing for her. But clearly, he wasn't immune-he felt his heart tug every day, every little move she made getting to him. "Leslie, get up. If you stay like this, I won't get anything done." Broderick's voice came out low and hoarse. But his words had zero deterrent effect on Leslie. Instead of moving, she doubled down. She turned around and straddled his lap, facing him directly now. Her fingers, soft and delicate, cupped his face as she grinned mischievously. "What's wrong, Ricky? Is your heart all over the place now?" Her palm landed on his chest, separated only by a thin summer shirt, and she instantly felt the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat underneath. Suddenly, she froze. That moment sent her straight back to another life-to