Page 9 of Cocky Tech God

I was relieved to see her humor return. Last thing I wanted was for her to be miserable.

“So…” She walked to the bed, standing close to me again. “How is this going to work? You and me in the same room? We’ve never even had dinner together, much less seen each other with bedhead.”

“I don’t get bedhead.” I raked a hand through my hair.

She bit her bottom lip. That act alone jump-started my arousal again. It really didn’t take much for her to turn me on.

“I bet you don’t.”

“I bet you don’t either, but if you did, you probably still look pretty fantastic.” I danced my gaze over her dark, thick, wavy hair long over her shoulder. Mermaid came to mind when I looked at her—a siren killing me slowly. I could potentially be a dead man after this week if we shared a room all seven days.

She shook her head. “Oh, Hansen, you really can’t help yourself.”

No, I really couldn’t help myself. Not when she was saying thigs like ‘Oh, Hansen’.

I pushed a button through its respective hole, releasing it. Her gaze zeroed in on my hands moving over the fabric of my shirt. Yeah, this was going to be hard. Pun intended.

“I guess we’ll sleep head to toe?” she said.

She had to be nuts. As if that positioning wouldn’t add fuel to our raging lust fire.

“That might be more exciting than shoulder to shoulder.”

“I promise I won’t be touching your shoulder…” Her gaze moved to my shoulder, trailing down my arm to my hand. “Despite how broad it might be.”

Our eyes met for a moment.

She glanced at the huge, king-size bed. “Maybe you should sleep on the floor.”

“I plan on sleeping on the bed.” My whole body grew hot with the thought of actually sharing a bed with her. In a way, that seemed sexier than having the sex. But obviously I’d still take the sex. I’m a man, after all.

“Hmmm…” Lucia purred. If she was affected at all, it didn’t show anymore. She was like a businesswoman in a meeting, discussing strategy. “We need rules if we’re going to share a room—and a bed—temporarily.”

This could be interesting. “Okay. Let’s discuss.”

White t-shirt still in hand, she walked over to the opposite side of the bed from me and sat, her knees coming up under her. I bet she was boiling in her suit.

“No touching.” Her eyebrow lifted.

“Each other or ourselves?” I really couldn’t help myself.

“Cute. Each other, obviously.” She took off her jacket finally, and all I could see was tan, creamy arms and chest. Lucia narrowed her gaze, catching me staring. She said, “A good solution to this would be you find a hook-up. Stay in her room. You know, pretend I wasn’t here and you do what you normally do.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Mendez.” The mere thought of another woman wouldn’t cross my mind while Luci and I were sharing the same air and the same shower I had my doubts that I’d hook up at all during this conference. With a woman who wasn’t Lucia, that was. And I wasn’t about to suggest she hook-up and stay in some rando guy’s room. Hell no.

“I guess I could—”

“You won’t.” My heart thrummed.

Her lips parted in a smile. “Would you be jealous, Hansen Holte?”

“No.” The word came out too fast. “You’re an adult and obviously can do what you want.”

She shrugged and looked away. “I’m not here to hook up anyway. I have to focus on landing the Morgan Financial Holdings’s contract.”

Right. I was forgetting why we were here.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be serious. No touching. Should be easy.”

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