Once Upon a Desk by Mimi Kinley

Ellie:
I met the perfect guy. Or rather, kissed the perfect guy at a bar over the weekend. It wasn’t just any kiss—it was, without a doubt, the hottest kiss of my life. And just when it started to get interesting, my friend got sick and needed to go home.
I didn’t even get his number. Or name for that matter.
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been fantasizing about him. So much in fact, that when he walks into one of my board meetings a couple days later, I think I’m imagining it.
Turns out he’s my new client and when we finally meet again—for real this time—the sparks that fly burn hotter than before and threaten to burn my entire office to the ground.

Eric:
I can’t believe I found this sexy, confident woman once. Twice is unimageable luck.
I have been dreaming about her since the moment she disappeared on me and as we sit across her desk from each other, electricity crackling between us, I decide I’m not going to let her slip through my fingers this time.
I’ll use the desk if I have to.