"Thirty seconds." Trevor pushed the elevator button. "Less if I'm not doing myself."
Kelly snorted. "I don't know if you should be bragging about this, Trev..."
"Why not?"
"I'm just sayin'..." She shrugged, checking her purse for their press passes. She wasn't surprised by the turn in conversation. The sexual tension had stretched taut all night between the twin beds in the room they shared.
Business,
Kelly reminded herself, all night long. They were co-workers, nothing more. Never mind that Trevor had flirted and teased her mercilessly for years. Never mind that she'd wanted to take him up on his myriad of offer to take her out, and might have, except for the fact that he was out with a new girl every other week.
Business, we're here on business.
Trevor grinned. "Hey, I wonder if there's a world record..."
"You want to make Guinness as the world's fastest ejaculator?" Kelly arched one blonde, finely plucked eyebrow and stabbed at the elevator button again. If they didn't hurry, they were going to be really late.
"Why not?" He winked. "Everyone has to have their fifteen minutes of fame."
"Thirty seconds of fame." She snorted. Then she smiled, a slow, sly spread of lips and teeth.
"Thirty seconds, huh?" she mused, pressing the elevator button one more time, as if it would appear by magic. "Really?"
"Less if I'm not doing myself."
She gave him a steady look. "It seems...awfully fast."
"It is." He nodded, and then shrugged. "But what's wrong with a quickie?"
"Nothing...if
both
of you get something out of it."
"Hey, I don't neglect my duties in that department." Trevor straightened his tie, checking his reflection in the elevator doors. God, he was vain. Not that he didn't have a right to be. Even in his suit, she could tell how firmly muscled he was.