Just for Fun by Erin Nicholas Page A

front of her. “I don’t want to be accused of not doing my job here.” He took her face in his hands and brought her onto her tiptoes for a kiss.
    His lips moving over hers shot heat straight through her and she immediately arched closer, her arms going around his neck so she could press her whole body against him. His hands went to her butt and lifted her up close. When he let her go she found herself wanting so much more.
    “Something like that?” he asked.
    She blinked. “Um, yeah. Something like that.”
    “Then I’ve definitely got this covered.”
    He absolutely did. She didn’t just want to hurry back to the room—she didn’t want to leave it in the first place.
     
     
    Morgan was nervous about the dinner with her boss and her jerk-thief ex-boyfriend. But she was almost more nervous about leaving Doug in the suite by himself.
    Which served her right.
    Bringing a near-total stranger to town for an important business meeting might not have been her brightest move.
    As she curled and tucked and sprayed her hair into place, she debated taking him to dinner with her. She realized she did know some things about Doug that made him a great choice for the trip in general. First and foremost, she didn’t want to be with anyone else after dinner. That was huge. That was key. She also knew he could flirt with the best of them and talk a woman out of her panties in less than twenty minutes. Also important.
    But she didn’t know if he could talk politely—not to mention intelligently—to a man like Jonathan Britton. She had no idea if Doug knew any entertaining stories or only dirty jokes. Somehow she was sure he knew a few of those.
    Her phone was lying next to the sink on the counter top where only a few hours ago he’d made her come without even touching her himself. Exchanging her curling iron for her phone, she typed in Do you know any dirty jokes? and sent it to his phone.
    How are women and tornadoes the same? his reply read.
    She smiled and typed, How?
    They both make a lot of noise when they come and they take the house when they leave.
    She giggled. She knew he’d have a dirty joke ready to go.
    Resuming work on her hair, she thought about how she liked him anyway. She just couldn’t take him to dinner. What if he drank too much? Belched? Dropped the F-bomb in the midst of polite conversation? It wasn’t incredibly bright to bring him along without knowing those things for sure, but at least if he was in the room it wouldn’t matter and she would have a reason to come directly back to the suite after dinner. Before any Kahlua was served. Before Todd could be charming.
    With a deep breath and a final look in the mirror, she grabbed her phone, tucked her lipstick in her handbag and stepped out of the bathroom.
    “Holy crap.”
    She couldn’t help the smile at Doug’s reaction. It wasn’t the most eloquent compliment she’d ever been given but she could tell it was heartfelt. He had been lounging on the sofa, channel surfing, but when she appeared, he pushed himself off the cushions, looking stunned.
    “What?” she asked.
    He wasn’t even dressed up. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. His jaw was scruffy, as usual, his hair looked like he’d just run his fingers through it, as usual, and he was barefoot.
    But it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be putting in any extra time downstairs.
    For that alone, she was glad she’d brought him along.
    “Nothing,” he finally said.
    “Why aren’t you saying anything else?” Was he still mad at her from earlier? Maybe she’d been too bitchy. But how did he not understand the issue with having the guys in their room?
    “I’m just standing here trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing with me,” he told her.
    Oh. She liked that. “I’m using you for protection,” she said honestly.
    He came around the end of the sofa. “Protection from falling into bed with another guy, right?”
    That was the bottom line, yes. But this felt