“That’s the right thing to do. Still…” She inhaled and let out a long breath.
“Can’t you get the man to give up the room you two are double-booked in?” Maddie joined Fiona by the window.
“He needs to be there as much as I do.”
“Is he one of the foreign delegates?”
“No, he’s the man Homeland Security sent to oversee security of the convention. There are no other rooms in the downtown area.”
“What are you going to do?”
“We’ve agreed to share the room.” When Fiona said the words, she knew how crazy the idea sounded.
“You’re sharing a room with a strange man?” Maddie’s brows furrowed. “Want me to run a background check on him? He could be a serial killer or rapist.”
Fiona’s lips tipped upward on the edges. “He’s military and on loan with Homeland Security. I’ve already run it up the chain of command. I’m stuck with him on the project.”
“But you’re not stuck sleeping in the same hotel room.” Maddie lifted the phone and started dialing.
“Who are you calling?”
“The hotel. This will never do.” Maddie held the phone to her ear.
Fiona took it from her. “Don’t bother. I’ve already talked until I’m blue in the face. The hotel is booked. It’s sleep in the streets or share a room with Wyatt.”
“Wyatt?” Maddie set the phone back on the desk. “You two are already on a first name basis?”
Fiona’s cheeks warmed all over again. Hell, they’d seen each other completely naked. They ought to be on a first name basis. “Yes. He’ll be reporting directly to me about the security. He’s already come up with a good idea.” Why she hadn’t thought of running bomb-sniffing dogs through the convention center was a mistake that could have cost her.
“The point is he’s got to be nearby. We’ve already had an incident.” Fiona explained about the shooting.
“Well, crap. Things couldn’t go smoothly, could they?”
“There’s a lot of unrest between some of the countries attending. I had hoped everyone would get along while they were here. And then the shooting had to happen. We don’t know who’s responsible yet. The police are looking into it.” Fiona glanced at Maddie, her lips twisting in a wry grin. “In the meantime, I’m sharing a room with the head of security.”
Maddie’s eyes narrowed. “Want me to come stay with you? I’m sure I can convince my boyfriend that sharing a room with my boss and a strange man is perfectly acceptable.”
“Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?” Fiona’s lips pressed together. “As much as he’s annoying, I trust him not to do anything stupid.” Perhaps that was why she’d agreed to share the room. That and he made her blood burn through her veins and the thought of catching him naked again… Damn. She had to get her mind out of the gutter. The man was there on a mission and so was she. “I’ll be all right.”
“You have that pepper spray I gave you last Christmas?”
Fiona nodded. “On my keychain.”
“Leave it on the nightstand and use it if he gets too friendly.” Maddie crossed her arms. “I don’t like it.”
“I promise I’ll be okay.”
“I have a mind to check in on you tonight. I could have a little chat with the squatter and let him know in no uncertain terms that he’s to keep his hands to himself.”
Fiona laughed. “Thank you, Mother, but that won’t be necessary.” A naughty thought insinuated itself into her head. What if he didn’t keep his hands to himself? Maybe she wanted him to touch her. After the kiss they’d shared in the room, she was sure there was enough attraction to lead to more. Did she want it?
Maddie’s gaze narrowed even more. “Just how old is this DHS guy? Is he a fatherly type?”
The heat burned in Fiona’s cheeks again and she didn’t turn away fast enough to avoid Maddie’s pointed stare.
Her eyes widened. “He’s not, is he?” Maddie grabbed Fiona’s hands and forced her to face her. “Crap, Fiona, tell me all about him. Is he tall, is he handsome, is he nice?” A grin spread across her face. “You do realize you haven’t had a boyfriend in at least a year. It’s about time you got laid.”
Fiona tried to shake free of Maddie’s grip. “Oh please. It’s not a crime to be without a boyfriend. I simply haven’t had time.”
“Ha! You do plan on getting laid.” Maddie whooped. “You go, girl. Take charge of your sex life and rev it up.”
“Really, Maddie. I have no plans to get laid.”
“You can’t plan everything, sweetie. Some things have to be spontaneous. The important thing is…does he make you hot? Is there any fire between the two of you? Has he kissed you?”
The more Maddie pushed for information, the hotter Fiona’s cheeks burned.
“He has!” Maddie hugged Fiona. “I’m so happy for you. A kiss is just the beginning. Tonight you need to meet him in the bar in that little black dress that shows off your figure so well.”
“I’m not dating the man. I’m just sharing a room with him. The kiss could very well have been a mistake on his part.”
“But not on yours?” Maddie shivered. “Makes me wish I could be a fly on the wall tonight in your hotel room.”
“Maddie! I never knew there was a naughty voyeur in you.”
Maddie gave her a wicked smile. “Only because you never asked. My boyfriend and I belong to a BDSM club and they have a voyeur viewing room.”
Fiona poked her fingers into her ears. “I don’t want to hear this.”
“Oh come on, Fiona. You’re not that old. BDSM can be a lot of fun. You should bring Wyatt. I’m sure I can get you in for a trial run.”
“No, no, no. Get this straight. Wyatt and I are sharing a room. Not a bed, not sex, not BDSM. He’s not my boyfriend and he’s not my lover. The end.”
Maddie pouted. “Spoilsport. You really need to loosen up. Life is going to pass you by if you’re not careful.”
“I have a convention to run. I suggest we get back to what’s important.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Maddie left Fiona in her office, and giggled all the way back to her desk. “Methinks the boss has met her match,” she muttered loud enough Fiona could hear.
“He’s not my match!” Fiona slammed the door between them.
Alone in her office, she could no longer ignore the fantasies that had plagued her all the way across town. Her body was on fire, her core hot and wet.
No stranger to pleasuring herself, she clicked the lock on the door and went to her desk where she kept her little secret. A shiny silver bullet vibrator that fit in the palm of her hand.
Maybe if she got herself off, she wouldn’t be so aroused by Wyatt when she met up with him later.
She swept the papers on her desk to the side, pulled her skirt up to her waist and sat on the edge of the polished mahogany, thankful she’d worn thong panties. The cool wood surface did little to chill the rise of desire thrumming through her veins.
Fiona switched on the vibrator and let it shake in her palm for a few seconds, warming the cool metal. This was crazy. Maddie had given her the vibrator for her birthday, along with a sexy nightie and permission to seduce a man. She’d tucked the tiny tool away, preferring to use the larger one she kept in her nightstand at home. In private. What professional businesswoman fired up her vibrator in the office?
The vibrator had remained in her drawer for the past six months, unused, untested, tucked behind her pain medication for the occasional headache. What kind of medication was a vibrator?
She hoped it was the right kind to get her over her lusty feelings toward the naked security supervisor.
Spreading her legs wide, she imagined Wyatt stepping between them and rubbing his big cock against her clit. She parted her folds and pressed the pulsing device against the highly sensitive strip of flesh packed with what felt like thousands of little nerve endings, begging to be fired up.