of Vegas. Her tone left him in no doubt what she meant by dating.
“So?”
He could hear her typing. He exhaled harshly then turned around and leaned against the wall. “So…I’m not going to let you sleep with every Tom, Dick and Harry the Tool Salesman at this conference just because I told you, you can’t write sex.”
She laughed—a guttural sound. Sexy as hell. “Let’s get a couple of things straight. You have zero control over me, and I plan on doing whatever it takes to be a successful writer. Having sex with a hunk in a tool belt would not be a hardship.”
She left him with no choice. He took out his phone. How had he lost control of this situation? Her brother was never going to forgive him if he blew this with Kinley. But he’d also never forgive him if he allowed his little sister to become the conference’s Girls Gone Wild poster child. “Then you leave me no choice.”
“What are you doing?” She walked over to him and reached for his phone.
He held it out of her reach. “I’m calling your brother.” When she stretched like that, her pajamas gapped at the buttons. He wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t enjoy the view.
“Now who’s being the tattle-tale?” she said, dropping her arms to her side.
The softly spoken barb pierced a nerve. He stopped scrolling for the contact number. He wasn’t a liar, and he wasn’t a tattle-tale. “Someone’s got to make you see sense.”
A thoughtful expression crossed her face. She gave him a thorough look, lingering in places her gaze shouldn’t be lingering. “How about a compromise?”
“I’m… listening. ” He wasn’t sure he should be.
She walked back to the couch. Picked up her computer. “You can teach me about sexual tension…and sex,” she said in a firm voice. She gave him a smile that she probably thought was casual. It wasn’t.
It was freaking sexy. Beckoning.
The phone fell from his grip. “You want me to have sex with you?” Shock made his voice brusquer than it needed to be. Had he heard wrong?
She lifted a shoulder. “Want is a bit strong. It’s more like—I’m willing to have sex with you for the sake of research. I don’t suppose you have a tool belt, do you?”
“I thought you hated me?”
“What does hate have to do with sex? One is an emotion, the other an act. Do you have handcuffs?”
An image of her handcuffed to his bed zipped by his eyes. “You shouldn’t have sex with someone you hate.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Maybe…I’m tired of hating. Maybe…I want to screw you until all of the hate is gone. Maybe…you shouldn’t try to tell me who I should or shouldn’t have sex with.”
Did she just say she was tired of hating him? He picked up his phone and laid it on the bar. She had to be bluffing. Only she didn’t look like she was bluffing. But then, bluffing is all about not looking like you’re bluffing. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” He took his jacket off and tossed it on a chair.
“I am…unless…you know…you’ve got a tiny little—”
“You’re asking me to have sex with you? Like you did on your sixteenth birthday?”
She clamped her lips shut and stared at him with a look so sharp he felt sliced. “It would appear I am,” she said calmly.
God, he was a bastard. He walked across the room, headed to the bedroom. Away from her. He needed to think beyond the reaction his dick was having to her suggestion. He needed to put a stop to the insanity. “I’m not attracted to you in a sexual way.” This had to be a trap. She was testing him to see if he really was a pig.
She coughed. “I call bullshit.”
“Your brother is my friend. I can’t have sex with his little sister.”
A harsh laugh erupted from deep inside of her.
He jerked in surprise.
She got up and cut him off at the door, separating the living space from the bedroom. She leaned against the frame. “You can have sex with his fiancée but not me.”
“I’m not debating—”
“Before you
“So?”
He could hear her typing. He exhaled harshly then turned around and leaned against the wall. “So…I’m not going to let you sleep with every Tom, Dick and Harry the Tool Salesman at this conference just because I told you, you can’t write sex.”
She laughed—a guttural sound. Sexy as hell. “Let’s get a couple of things straight. You have zero control over me, and I plan on doing whatever it takes to be a successful writer. Having sex with a hunk in a tool belt would not be a hardship.”
She left him with no choice. He took out his phone. How had he lost control of this situation? Her brother was never going to forgive him if he blew this with Kinley. But he’d also never forgive him if he allowed his little sister to become the conference’s Girls Gone Wild poster child. “Then you leave me no choice.”
“What are you doing?” She walked over to him and reached for his phone.
He held it out of her reach. “I’m calling your brother.” When she stretched like that, her pajamas gapped at the buttons. He wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t enjoy the view.
“Now who’s being the tattle-tale?” she said, dropping her arms to her side.
The softly spoken barb pierced a nerve. He stopped scrolling for the contact number. He wasn’t a liar, and he wasn’t a tattle-tale. “Someone’s got to make you see sense.”
A thoughtful expression crossed her face. She gave him a thorough look, lingering in places her gaze shouldn’t be lingering. “How about a compromise?”
“I’m… listening. ” He wasn’t sure he should be.
She walked back to the couch. Picked up her computer. “You can teach me about sexual tension…and sex,” she said in a firm voice. She gave him a smile that she probably thought was casual. It wasn’t.
It was freaking sexy. Beckoning.
The phone fell from his grip. “You want me to have sex with you?” Shock made his voice brusquer than it needed to be. Had he heard wrong?
She lifted a shoulder. “Want is a bit strong. It’s more like—I’m willing to have sex with you for the sake of research. I don’t suppose you have a tool belt, do you?”
“I thought you hated me?”
“What does hate have to do with sex? One is an emotion, the other an act. Do you have handcuffs?”
An image of her handcuffed to his bed zipped by his eyes. “You shouldn’t have sex with someone you hate.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Maybe…I’m tired of hating. Maybe…I want to screw you until all of the hate is gone. Maybe…you shouldn’t try to tell me who I should or shouldn’t have sex with.”
Did she just say she was tired of hating him? He picked up his phone and laid it on the bar. She had to be bluffing. Only she didn’t look like she was bluffing. But then, bluffing is all about not looking like you’re bluffing. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” He took his jacket off and tossed it on a chair.
“I am…unless…you know…you’ve got a tiny little—”
“You’re asking me to have sex with you? Like you did on your sixteenth birthday?”
She clamped her lips shut and stared at him with a look so sharp he felt sliced. “It would appear I am,” she said calmly.
God, he was a bastard. He walked across the room, headed to the bedroom. Away from her. He needed to think beyond the reaction his dick was having to her suggestion. He needed to put a stop to the insanity. “I’m not attracted to you in a sexual way.” This had to be a trap. She was testing him to see if he really was a pig.
She coughed. “I call bullshit.”
“Your brother is my friend. I can’t have sex with his little sister.”
A harsh laugh erupted from deep inside of her.
He jerked in surprise.
She got up and cut him off at the door, separating the living space from the bedroom. She leaned against the frame. “You can have sex with his fiancée but not me.”
“I’m not debating—”
“Before you
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