“The password is—”
He was already logged on using whatever tech guru password worked. “Slick.”
“Slick would’ve been having enough smarts to hack your security system so you couldn’t see me on the foyer camera.”
She laughed. “You did look pathetic.”
He grinned at the laptop screen.
“Why didn’t you buzz to come back up?”
“You had company already.”
She leant against the doorjamb. “You can’t possibly be jealous of Jay.”
He grunted an affirmative.
“Apparently you can. He’s—”
“None of my business.”
“Very true.” She watched Mace looking at a message stream on an unfamiliar screen, nothing as pedestrian as Outlook or Gmail. “How’s your head feel?”
He didn’t look around. “Halloween pumpkin. The sandwich helped, but I’m dehydrated.”
“I’ll get you a drink.”
“You don’t have to wait on me.”
“You don’t have to be so prickly.”
He stopped typing and swivelled the chair around. “Sorry.” He looked up. “I’m your basic antisocial muppet. I’m not good at small talk. But then you probably knew that before you hit on me.”
She smiled. “And you haven’t disappointed.” She expected him to look away but he looked her over, big deliberate sweeps of her body. She popped her hip to give him something to really look at. “Like what you see?”
“I thought you’d wear suits on the weekend.”
He was completely straight-faced. He drilled her with eye contact. She shook her head. “Why did you come home with me?”
He pushed into the chair back, eyes on her legs. “You’re shit hot and you asked nicely.”
She laughed. “I taunted you.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t notice.”
“You’re full of crap.”
“And you’re not the cold bitch you want everyone to think you are.”
“Does that disappoint you?”
“I didn’t have any expectations other than seeing you naked and...” he dropped his eyes to his lap.
“And what?”
“Fucking you senseless.” His head came up. “Which is exactly what you wanted.”
“True.” She moved into the room. “But that’s not exactly what happened, is it?”