I sat up, bringing the sports comforter with me.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice gravelly and sexy as hell.
“We can’t. I can’t.” Every part of my body wanted him. But this wasn’t going to happen.
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I slid to the floor, realizing it was wet with Lachlan’s foot prints.
I don’t know how long I stayed in that tiny bathroom, only by the time I opened the door, I could hear long breaths coming from Lachlan’s bed. I tiptoed to the empty bed that was supposed to belong to his roommate and pulled the covers up to my chin. It smelled like cheap polyester.
I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t run out of the village. I had to wait until the gates opened again and then I’d check into my hotel. I would have to work hard to reestablish my professional relationship with Lachlan.
Somehow I had fallen victim to his sexy bedroom eyes and his chiseled arms and chest. For a second, I had let myself pretend I was on vacation and had met my Rio fling. That second almost cost me everything. I was here to save my career, and maybe his in the process. I couldn’t be one of his conquests in the headlines.
The morning sun blazed through the windows. I grimaced when I realized where I was. What I had done.
I looked next to me where Lachlan was still asleep. I carefully placed my feet on the floor and padded to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face.
The goalie was sitting upright when I emerged.
His hair was disheveled and it looked as if he hadn’t shaved in days. Damn it, he was almost completely irresistible. Almost. Who looked that sexy in the morning?
“What time is practice today?” I asked. I thought it was best to pretend like last night never happened.
“Ten,” he replied.
“Let’s discuss how things are going to go over breakfast. We can meet at the restaurant in my hotel. I’ll go so you can dress.”
He threw the covers back and I saw his naked body bound from the bed. I wasn’t supposed to stare, but I couldn’t help it. Last night in the dark it felt huge, but seeing it in the light of day was a different story. Lachlan was built like a god.
He stretched his hands over his head.
I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from reaching out and touching his warm skin. I had shut that down. I had to remember that.
“I made you an offer last night.” He walked past me.
My cheeks reddened. He wasn’t going to let me forget it. It had gone way too far.
“Last night was a mistake.” I shuffled through my suitcase, looking for something to wear. Something incredibly smart and sophisticated. Something that would speak volumes about the boundaries between us. “We need to focus on what’s important here—your reputation.”
“And what better way to repair my reputation than to have one woman to keep me focused?”
r /> “I’m not a call girl, Lachlan. I’m the senior account executive for Revolution.”
He chuckled and I felt the need to smack his beautiful face. I didn’t have anything to back me up after I had gotten naked with him last night.
He hesitated in the doorway of the bathroom. “You’re missing out, love.”
I pulled a cream-colored dress from my bag and tried to shake the wrinkles from the fabric.
“Why, because I don’t want to be your whore for the next three weeks? What was I thinking?” I rolled my eyes.
“I’ve never asked a woman to spend that much time with me.”
I realized his tone wasn’t flirty anymore. He was serious. I looked up from my pile of clothes.
“What? Surely you’ve had a girlfriend.”
He shook his head. “Never. Not my style.”