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“It wasn’t like you two pulled off a supersecret heist.” Bran appeared more amused than angry. “What the hell were you thinking? Your dates were outside having coffee and you and Gia were—” He shook his head.
“My brain wasn’t doing any of the thinking.”
“I do not want to hear details. What Ad told me she heard outside that bathroom door was already too much information.” Brannon pushed his hand through his hair.
“Is there an ‘if you hurt my baby sister’ speech forthcoming?”
“If anyone hurts you,” he told Jayson, “it’ll be Gia. She’s been taking kickboxing, you know.”
Jayson frowned. He hadn’t known that, actually. He didn’t know a lot about what she did outside of work these days.
“Probably to protect herself from the morons she’s contented to date.”
“Pip.” Bran shook his head. “Why did she bring that halfwit to Royce’s wedding, anyway?”
“Got me,” Jayson said, though he suspected he knew.
“Clock’s ticking. Find the mysterious bug that’s killing our tablet before Royce returns from his honeymoon,” Bran said, obviously glad to change the subject.
“We’ll run at it with everything we have. I’ll pair everyone up to run code.”
“Let me know if you need any monetary support for the venture.” Bran slapped Jayson’s back as he exited the conference room.
Downstairs, Jayson entered his department and clapped his hands together to get his team’s attention. Gia, standing in her office doorway, paused to listen.
“I have a project for you that’s going to take precedence over whatever you’re currently working on,” he announced. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. “The good news is I’m paying for overtime and carryout.”
“And the bad news?” Gia asked.
“There’ll be a lot of both,” Jayson answered with a smile.
Jayson stepped into Gia’s office and shut the door. He was suited, his jacket in place and his tie knotted.
Each time she’d seen him since last weekend she was reminded of their midnight snack outside, the sexual tension that had been strung so tight she could have played it like a harp. Of course, they both knew where that’d led.
Even though she’d been trying for the last few days to pretend the morning in the bathroom hadn’t happened. That she hadn’t had sex with the last man on the planet she should’ve had sex with.
She wrinkled her nose and considered Denver Pippen.
Fine. Jayson was the second to last man on the planet she should have sex with.
She’d done a damn good job of keeping her attraction to him in the “There but Unacknowledged” category since they nearly tore each other’s clothes off last year. Now she wasn’t sure she was hiding it as well.
Shutting her office door behind him, he stalked toward her desk. “I need you.”
Because she had sex on the brain, she imagined him throwing her onto her desk and searing her lips with his specific brand of kiss. Instead, he sank into the guest chair.
He crossed his legs ankle-to-knee style and rested one broad palm on his knee. His posture was strong and sure. Nothing new there, but now it served as a reminder that he’d made love to her while standing and supporting her weight using nothing but his arm strength.
“More accurately,” he continued. “I need your hardware.”
I need your hardware.
“Oh?” she said instead of what she was thinking, which was admittedly half as interesting.
“Big Ben,” he answered.
Big Ben was her computer system at home—formerly hers and Jay’s home. It had multiple screens, the newest, latest bells and whistles, plus an encrypted cloud back-up system and crazy-fast internet connection set up in the family room. Ben was the Ferrari of home computers. Of course Jay wanted to use it.
