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He laughed, weaving their fingers together. “Thank you for being my assistant. I called you up on stage to get your face out there…for the most part. The medical community can be a bit cliquish at times. I figured, why not use my influence to further my wife’s research?”
“What does ‘for the most part’ mean?” she asked.
“I also had to touch you. It was…like an appetizer, you could say.”
She groaned. “Lucas, we’re supposed to hate each other.”
“I’ve never hated you, Rai.”
“Well, we’re supposed to be at odds…or something. We shouldn’t be acting like last night wasn’t a mistake.”
All he did was shrug.
They left the main conference hall, dodging more questions and invitations to events and university departments on the way. He kept his arm around her, lulling her with the movement of his thumb along her side. As they carved a path through the attendees, a few called out that they thought “Rai of sunshine” was “the cutest nickname ever.”
By the time she realized where he was leading her, they were already stepping off the elevator onto her suite’s floor.
“So, you’re done for the day?” she asked.
“I’m done for the remainder of the conference.” He swiped her keycard, opened the door, and ushered her inside. “Like I said, I’m all yours. Want to network? I’ll help with that. Feel like gambling? Then let’s gamble. Maybe you want to lay poolside all afternoon. I’m hoping you lean more toward that one.”
“To see me in a bikini?”
“Mm-hmm, Mrs. Saraci.”
If he continued to call her that, she would hire someone to hack into the state of Nevada’s website and shut down the page that listed the requirements for an annulment.
For now, she would bask in him.
Indulge in him being hers.
“Networking,” she said.
He nodded. “Okay.”
“And a lot of quiet time.”
“Introverts unite.”
She narrowed her eyebrows. “Why are you being so agreeable? I’m starting to get anxious.”
He nudged her into his arms, and it didn’t matter how often he pulled her toward him; she never found the strength, or will, to fight. The man looked good, smelled better, and felt wonderful, and it had been far too long since she’d found herself trapped in a pair of arms like these.
“I’m being good because I want something.”
A frisson of heat stroked her inner thigh, and she couldn’t decipher whether it felt more like a fingertip or a tongue.
“I want you to have dinner with me tonight,” he clarified. “I made reservations for seven-thirty.”
She faked a gasp. “What, no insults to my research?”
“If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can toss in a few arrogant statements.”
She laughed, wrapping her arms around him. “I’ll have dinner with you, Dr. Saraci, but only because, this time, you asked nicely.”
“So you’re saying if I’d asked nicely the first time, I might have gotten a yes?”
“Not might. I would have had dinner with you, and you would have kissed me goodnight.”
