Seven watched Blake saunter off through the Karaoke Lounge. She pressed her fingers against her lips. A simple, sweet kiss. Not even close to the toe-curling one she’d received earlier in the elevator. Why, then, did the feel of him still linger and her mouth water for more?
To say she was worried was an understatement. She pushed back the insecurity that clawed up her throat. Not only had she kissed him twice now, she’d shown him her dildo, for Pete’s sake. The whole thing stung like the night she’d tried to seduce her editor.
What the hell had she been thinking, making this bet?
Watching until his tight backside disappeared into the elevator, she sighed. He’d practically run back to his room.
She stilled.
She needed to figure out exactly what Blake was thinking. She hoped she was ge
