“Oh my god!” I gasped with mock worry. “Why would you say that? I have to go home tomorrow to an empty apartment!”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Kean said, eyes going wide. “I’ll go with you to make sure —”
“So now you’re inviting yourself back to my place?” I asked, an eyebrow raised, not bothering to fight my smile.
“You’re teasing me,” he said with a huff before sitting in the desk chair.
“I am. You shouldn’t make light of a woman’s fears.” I pointed a finger at him like I was giving a lecture, then sat on the bed, pulling my computer onto my lap.
“Lesson learned.”
“Good, now for another lesson.” I opened up my notes app and spun my laptop to Kean. “My plan for your socials has changed from appeasing the fans to appeasing the owners. So … how do you feel about the charity auction/gala thing they’re holding next month?”
Kean took a deep breath before meeting my eyes. “You think this will help?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “This is an eventtheyhost and if you’re sucking up, this is gonna be the easiest way to do that. Plus it’s for charity, so like, you’re not evenreallyselling out.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I repeated, jaw dropping.
“Yes.” He looked away and shrugged. “I trust your judgment. If you say it’ll help, I’ll do it.”
“Well damn, I was pretty sure you’d dig your heels in over being asked to wear a tux. Will you do anything I suggest?”
His eyes met mine again, dipping ever so slightly to my mouth. Heat immediately flooded my body, specifically in the spot between my thighs. And it got worse when Kean licked his lips.
“Yeah. I probably would.”
The temptation to ask him to make me come was suddenlyverystrong. I mean, we were in my hotel room already, we had a valid reason for him to be seen leaving my room later. It wouldn’t be hard to cover up.
But I had just enough sense, or maybe too much shame at what it would say about me if I did invite him to bed, to change the mood.
“So if I suggested a team calendar where everybody’s shirtless with cute puppies, you’d say …?”
“What month?” he said, the corner of his mouth tilting up into the wickedest of smiles.
Oh shit, I need to get this man out of my room right now.
“Good to know,” I said slamming my laptop shut and jumping to my feet. “Now that we’ve got that settled, you should go get some rest. We’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”
I grabbed at his elbow, careful not to touch those delicious biceps, and yanked him out of the chair. Or yanked his arm — I definitely didn’t have the strength to pull him up — but he knew what I wanted and went along with it.
“Are you sure that’s it?” His brow furrowed as he looked down at me, that smile nothing more than a ghost.
Honestly, it was probably a good thing Kean was such a grump. Otherwise, his smile would’ve melted the panties of nearly every woman he crossed. It wasthatlethal.
“Yup, I’ll get ya all set up for the auction.” I turned him around and started pushing him to the door.
“Okay,” he said uncertainly. “Good night, I guess.”
“Yup, good night,” I said a pitch too high before opening the door and shoving him out. When the latch clicked closed behind him, I sank down to the ground, covered my head with my arms, and groaned in frustration.
It was safe to say I officially had the hots for my pseudo-boss.
And now I needed to set him up for a gala where he’d auction away a date. Yay.
A Rom-com Scheme
