The elevator opened, and the man who’d be plaguing her nightmares tonight followed her inside.  She wanted to collapse against the wall, but held her spine straight instead.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said as he punched the button for the first floor.

“About what?” she asked, playing it cool, avoiding his eyes. So she wanted to have sex with him, big deal. Weren’t divorced women supposed to have a revenge fuck?

The Titan was probably used to having women drool all over him. She wouldn’t let herself be one of those women, no matter how tempting.

He shrugged. “I’m only the mediator. I try to be fair to both parties.”

“You don’t owe me a damn thing, especially an explanation. I don’t even know you. My ex is a cheat and a liar. He’s moving in with an eighteen year old, and still getting away with the majority of our things, but no one owes me a damn thing.”

She would not cry. Especially with this man present.

He stretched out his hand. “I’m Jonathan Sloan.”

Her throat burned as she contemplated him, finally gazing into his eyes. She was angry and humiliated and wanted to go hide, but his eyes were like a magnet and she couldn’t look away.

She was an idiot. Now she’d never get him out of her head. “So?” she asked sarcastically, accepting his proffered hand, but regretting it the moment his heat engulfed her.

The elevator’s space seemed to shrink, and Megan heaved in a deep breath, only to smell musk and…something else. Something resembling oak. It fit. The Titan…er, Mr. Sloan, was as overpowering as a tree.

“Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?” he asked.

What an ass! He’d just put her through misery in the mediation and now he wanted to take her out to dinner, probably thinking she was some soon-to-be-single woman who was desperate for sex. Another notch on his belt? She didn’t think so.

“No.” She wrenched her hand from his. “I don’t want to go out with you.”

“Coffee?”

“I’d never get to sleep tonight.”

“I could help,” Jonathan said, his voice raspy. Her thighs lurched. Oh God, how she wanted him to help. He licked his lips, swung sultry eyes into the crevice of her shirt, and back into hers.

She stared at him, trying to make it a cold stare, but the way his eyes warmed her body made it hard to do anything but melt. Her pussy tingled, and she swore she tasted oak. She stepped back and grabbed the railing, praying it’d keep her standing.

“I’m not a desperate sexless woman,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound pathetic in her attempt to be strong.

“Good. I’m not looking for a desperate sexless woman.”

“What is it you’re looking for then?”

“An intriguing, sexy woman.” He stepped closer to her and lightly braced her shoulder. “Like you.”

“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes.

“Brunch tomorrow?”

“I have two kids.”

“They eat breakfast, don’t they?”

Megan finally relented, mainly because her body was throbbing with desire at the way his lips curled into a smile. She could only imagine what those lips would do to the rest of her body.

“Dinner tomorrow,” she said. “I get off work at five.”