Heat Wave
A/N: I have no clue where this came from. Inspired by dozens of heat-wave stories I've read.
Jack was hot – it was another steamy summer day in New York City – and watching Claire Kincaid did not make the heat any easier to bear. She had opted to wear a thin, sleeveless cotton blouse, which was clinging to her like a second skin. Sweat beaded on her brow – from concentration and from the lack of air conditioning at One Hogan Place. She nibbled on the end of her pen and looked down at the deposition.
He groaned, setting aside his own paperwork. How could he concentrate with Claire so close to him? She looked up at him.
"Anything the matter, Jack?" she asked, perfectly innocent. She had no clue what she was doing to him.
He shook his head and she turned back to her work, totally oblivious to his needs. She unbuttoned another button on her blouse.
Yes, Claire Kincaid was not helping.