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Viv washedher face in the sink and she noticed that her hands were shaking.
What the hell?
She was more nervous than she’d been her first time having sex with someone. Actually, she hadn’t been nervous at all her first time. She’d been drunk with her high school boyfriend; her mom had just died and she figured that she only lived once so she might as well enjoy herself.
It hadn’t been bad. Randall had been really sweet with her actually. He’d checked in with her several times throughout the three-minute encounter to make sure that she was okay. If anything, she wondered afterwards what all the fuss was about. It had been over so fast.
She wasn’t a virginal teenager, so why was she so damn nervous? Especially since she wasn’t even sure anything was actually going to happen between the two of them. Sure, there was just one bed and she did have her secret weapons. But if anyone could resist her, it was Glenn “The Gladiator” Maguire.
He’d barely blinked when she’d worn her bikini and told him she wanted to have no strings sex. He could probably make it through a night in a cabin with her without breaking a sweat—no problem.
She checked her reflection in the mirror. She’d opted for the cute Victoria’s Secret pajamas that she’d gotten from Audrey for her birthday last year. It was a soft cotton blue cami top and short set. It was what Viv called effortlessly sexy. It showed just enough skin to tease but not so much to scandalize.
After taking a deep breath she walked out of the bathroom and saw that Glenn put the extra blanket that was laying across the end of the bed on the floor and he was lying on top of it wearing sweats and a T-shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“There’s only one bed and I don’t fit on the couch,” he said in way of explanation.
It didn’t surprise her at all that he didn’t fit on the couch with his six-four frame. Just thinking of him lying on it with his feet dangling off had her grinning.
“You’re not sleeping on the floor. That’s ridiculous. You drove all day. You have to drive tomorrow. It’s a big bed. We’re both adults.”
He stared at her and she could see the battle that was happening behind his eyes.
“Unless you don’t think you can control yourself.” She’d always found the way to a man’s heart wasn’t through food it was through a challenge.
His nostrils flared. Her comment had hit a nerve, she just wasn’t sure if it was an irritated nerve or a hit the nail on the head nerve.
Was he worried about being able to control himself? That thought had tiny explosions of tingles radiating from her core.
She maintained eye contact, waiting to see what his next move was going to be. This felt like a sexy chess game and she really hoped that by the morning she’d be declaring checkmate. If he insisted on remaining on the floor that would make her victory a little more difficult, but she definitely wouldn’t be admitting defeat so easily.
Sensing that he wasn’t going to give in quite so easily, she decided to do a power move. She was going to call his bluff. It might backfire, but she’d never been one to shy away from taking a risk. “If anyone’s going to sleep on the floor it’s gonna be me. Or, you know what, I can fit on the couch.”
She started to walk over to the bed and grabbed her pillows.
He pushed up to a sitting position and then rose to his feet. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”
She stopped and stared up at him. “You’re not sleeping on the floor.”
If he thought for a second that he could out-stubborn her, he was dead wrong. Even if nothing happened between them, which sadly was a very real possibility, there was no way she was going to allow him to sleep on the hardwood floor. She wasn’t about to play into that macho bullshit. Just because he was the man, didn’t mean he was the one who had to sacrifice a good night’s sleep.
His nostrils flared once more. She loved that she was affecting him, even if it was because he was frustrated. “Fine.”
He picked up his pillow and blanket off the floor and for a second she thought that he was actually calling her bluff. He was going to let her sleep on the couch while he took the bed. It wasn’t the outcome she wanted, but at least his back wouldn’t be sore tomorrow.
She started to turn toward the couch when he asked, “Do you want over or under the covers?”
Since she wasn’t facing him he couldn’t see the smile of satisfaction that lifted on her mouth. It wasn’t exactly checkmate but it was definitely check.
By the time she turned back around she’d dropped her smug grin. “I run hot, I’ll take over.”
She walked past him and if she wasn’t mistaken, she heard his near silent groan.
They both climbed onto the bed and she noticed that Glenn did not get under the covers. She wondered if that was because he also ran hot, or if he wanted to be able to make a quick getaway if she made a move on him.
