Corbray glared at him, his expression telling Derek that he’d seen it all. “Call me when you’re alone—and, bro, put on some damned pants.¡Madre de Dios!”
13
Derek walked back to the bed, sat beside Jenna. “Sorry about that. That’s Javier Corbray, my business partner.”
“I figured.” She let the sheet fall, reached out to rest her hand on his thigh. “Did I get you into trouble?”
“No, I did that myself.” He shouldn’t have answered.
Corbray had lookedpissed.
“Please don’t say you’re sorry.” There was a vulnerability on her face that tugged at him. “What we did meant something to me.”
Derek knew he ought to feel guilty. He’d broken Cobra’s rules, not only by having sex on the job but having sex with a client who also happened to be Jimmy’s little sister. But all Derek could feel was a bone-deep sense of contentment.
You are so fucked.
“I’m not sorry.” He brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, knowing he had to be honest now or risk hurting her later. “I enjoyed it, too.”
Enjoy it? Hell, it had been the best first-time sex he’d ever had.
“Jenna, I don’t do relationships. You need to understand that upfront. I don’t want to mislead you or hurt you or make you think there’s a future for us, because there isn’t. I care about you. I always will. You’re smart and beautiful, and you’re incredible in bed. But I can’t promise you—”
“Don’t worry.” She smiled. “I wasn’t about to propose or anything.”
He chuckled. “I need to call Corbray back. I’ll walk you back to your room first.”
He reached for his clothes and dressed, then strapped into his holster. He might look like he was ready to get back to work, but he smelled like Jenna.
She dressed quickly. “Will I see you again tonight?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that this couldn’t happen again, that their having sex had been a one-off, but he didn’t want to. “I’ll be working late. We have a lot to do before the meeting tomorrow morning. I’ll check on you afterward.”
When she had finished dressing, he looked out into the corridor.
“Is the coast clear?”
“Yeah. Come.” He led her to the elevator and down one floor, careful to watch what he said and fighting the urge to kiss her or at least hold her hand.
There were cameras in the elevators.
“Supper is served from eighteen-hundred to nineteen-thirty. If you hurry, you won’t miss it. Do you know the way back to your room from here?”
“Yes.” The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out, an oh-so-sexy smile stealing over her lips. “Thanks for the tour. That was …amazing.”
The doors slid shut, and for a moment Derek stood there like an idiot, forgetting to push the button.
Get it together, man.
He went back upstairs to his suite, splashed his face with cold water to clear away the lingering sex coma, and then logged into the system.
Corbray answered on the first ring. “That better not have been who I think it was, or you and I are going to have difficulties.”
“Drop it.”
“Nah, man, I can’t. Jenna Hamilton is aclient, for God’s sake. We do not fuck our clients. That’s in the rule book you helped write. If you break the rules, how can you expect to enforce them?”
“We were discreet.”