Just for Fun by Erin Nicholas

couldn’t he just hang out in the room? Get a massage? Have an expensive room service lunch? “I didn’t realize I needed to arrange a babysitting service to keep you entertained.”
    His frown deepened. “I’m just hanging out with some nice guys. I thought it would be good for you to have a chance to talk with some people who have worked for this company for a long time. They know some things and have some ideas that could help you out.”
    “So you want me to hang out with them too? Can we have pizza tomorrow? Or Chinese food?”
    His frown eased and he leaned back. “Sure, whatever you want.”
    But she could tell he knew she wasn’t serious.
    “Tell me what time you’ll be back up here tomorrow and I’ll get everything arranged,” he said.
    Her eyes widened. “No. You can’t have them up here.”
    “Why not?” He crossed his arms.
    “They work here,” she said, exasperated. “They can’t be up in the suites, eating with the guests.”
    “I invited them.”
    “Still, it could be construed as them taking things from a guest. Which is against our policies.”
    “You could learn a lot from them. They’ve worked here almost longer than you’ve been alive.”
    “Which is even worse. They should know better than to accept an invitation into a guest’s room. If something would happen, the liability is a mess. If someone would…” She had to get dressed, focus on the dinner meeting, be ready with her A-game. “Doug, I can’t do this right now. I won’t write them up or say anything, but no more partying with the employees.”
    He stared at her for a moment, then said, “Shit. You’re going to be that girl?”
    “What girl?”
    “The girl I want to fuck even though I don’t like you. I hate that.”
    She stared at him and swallowed hard. Okay, well, she’d asked. “Does that happen a lot?”
    “Hot girls are often bitches,” he said with a nod.
    She needed to get dressed, but she couldn’t let this go. “But you want to fuck them anyway?”
    He shrugged. “I’m not proud of it.”
    She crossed her arms, feeling something she didn’t particularly like feeling. She should be insulted, and probably turned off by the whole thing. Instead she was afraid she felt a tad jealous. “Do you?”
    “Do I what?”
    “Fuck them even if you don’t like them?”
    He seemed to be thinking. “Maybe twice a year.”
    She huffed out a quick breath. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t like you right now either.”
    “I suppose that should be a deterrent to wanting you but it’s not. Not with you.”
    She didn’t have time for this. She rubbed the middle of her forehead and said, “I do need to get dressed for dinner. Can you clear the place out? Please?”
    He nodded. “We’ll just move the game downstairs.”
    She started toward the bathroom, then turned back. “Downstairs?”
    “There’s an employee lounge. A nice one. Couches and a TV.”
    He’d been down in the employee lounge? She pressed her lips together and counted to three to focus, then said patiently, “Doug, you can’t go play video games and eat potato chips in the hotel basement with the employees. You’re a guest. You’re my guest. I want you to take advantage of the hotel amenities, enjoy yourself, relax.”
    “I’ll enjoy myself down there.” He started for the living room.
    “Doug,” she said quickly.
    He turned back.
    “I need you here. In the room.” It wasn’t about him getting into trouble when she wasn’t around to supervise. At least, not completely. She needed to be thinking about him in the room. Naked. Like she had been all day. She had been excited to get back to the room all afternoon.
    “Why?”
    “I need…” She trailed off and took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to word this without sounding completely pathetic. “I need a reason to come back to the room. I need a…temptation.”
    He just watched her for a minute. Then he came back across the carpet, stopping directly in