Calculated Temptation

I stared down at her small hand gripping my bicep, then slowly met her eyes. The house around us was completely silent, the kind of heavy midnight quiet that magnified every sound. Her fingers remained locked in the fabric of my dress sleeve, radiating a warmth that seemed to seep right through the cotton.

"You have never written a resume in your life?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No, I