He had to shift in his chair to adjust himself. Christ this women would be the death of him. All he could think about was running his tongue up the leg peeking out of her dress. He was almost tempted to sit on his hands to keep from reaching out and touching her.

When she turned around to face him again, she'd find he had wiggled that little box free from his pocket and was holding it open in his hand.

She had her surprise. He had his.