"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.
"Oh, come on!" Kelly exclaimed as the doors opened and several people got out. "There's no way these women are coming in thirty seconds!"
"Shh!" Trevor hustled her into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. Kelly let him hang onto her elbow, smiling at the way his hand brushed against the side of her breast, as if she might not notice. She didn't know how much more she could take. If they were going to be together like this all day long...
"They are, too!" Trevor insisted.
"They are not," she scoffed. "They're faking it."
He rolled his eyes. "I know the difference."
"You do not."
"Yes, I do!"
"Okay." Kelly turned to face him, her eyes bright with daring. "Let's see if you can tell the difference."
Trevor swallowed. "What?"
