Straddling the Line(37)
In college, she’d have been giddy over the prospect of a guy like Trevor wanting her. Now, it presented a problem. A huge, complicated problem. On the one hand, she’d love to explore a sexual relationship with him. Or, hell, even one night of awesome sex. But that would simply kill her objectivity on this project, and that was what she’d been struggling with.
Then again, she was ridiculously sexually attracted to him right now. And she could still be objective about this assignment, couldn’t she? So even if they did it, they could still work together. Or maybe she was rationalizing the hell out of wanting to sleep with him.
She could just go about this in an adult way and have a discussion with him about the pros and cons of them jumping into bed together. Then again, Trevor was a man with a penis, and she was certain he’d want to go for it, damn the consequences. Penises tended to take charge when it came to sex, and everyone knew a penis had a one-track mind. Of course, her vagina was currently doing all the thinking in this situation, and it wasn’t being very rational at the moment, either.
She was overthinking this. So typical for her. Why couldn’t she just shut down her brain and let herself feel, then go with her feelings?
Because she’d closed off her feelings, for her own self-preservation. Opening up that wall she’d so firmly shut down was unthinkable.
Not yet. She couldn’t.
Sex didn’t have to be emotional, though. It could just be physical. Fun and dirty and a release she so desperately needed.
“You’ve gone quiet over there,” Trevor said after Lauren removed their dinner plates.
She finished her tea and nodded. “I’ve been thinking.”
He smiled. “About more probing questions?”
It was time to put all her cards on the table. She was tired of thinking and not doing anything about it. “No. Actually, I was thinking about sex.”
She could have laughed at his stunned expression. He looked around. “I don’t think we’re going to get into my sex life in this interview.”
Now she did laugh. “Uh, no. That wasn’t exactly what I was thinking about. It was more about—” Now she looked around, then leaned next to him. “You and me having sex.”
Trevor signaled for Lauren. When she hurried over, he said, “We need the check. Now.”
THIRTEEN
“YOU PICKED A HELL OF A TIME TO BRING UP HAVING sex, Haven,” Trevor said, his fingers in a death grip on the steering wheel as he drove the highway toward his house. “I might crash the damn car.”
She laughed. “You will not. And I didn’t mean we need to have sex right now. I was just . . . pondering.”
He shot her a quick glance before turning his gaze firmly back to the bridge. “Well, now the idea is in my head. So you need to decide if that’s what you want.”
“Of course it’s what I want. That’s why I was thinking about it. But we can talk about it, if you’d like.”
“This is going to be the longest drive I’ve ever taken. And I don’t want to talk about it. I definitely want to have sex with you. Unless you have reservations.”
“I do have reservations. We’re working together. If we have sex, it could compromise our working relationship.”
“You think I won’t take you seriously as a journalist if I fuck you.”
She appreciated how blunt he was. Also, him just saying the words out loud made her body go up in flames. “Yes.”
“One doesn’t have anything to do with the other. We’re doing an interview together. What we do during our off time is irrelevant. You’re still contracted to ask me questions, follow me around, and do the bio.”
“That’s true.”
“And I’m contracted to answer your questions—at least the ones I feel like answering.”
She laughed. “So I’ve noticed.”
He reached across the center console and laid his hand on her leg. The heat of his touch sent a shock wave of sensation through her body. “Don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, Haven.”
She laid her hand over his. “If I weren’t comfortable, Trevor, I wouldn’t have brought it up. I want this. I want you.”
She heard his deep intake of breath.
“I want you, too.”
“Then let’s do this.”
He pressed down on the gas pedal and her lips curved into a smile.
“Try not to get a speeding ticket, okay?”
“I’ll try.”
In twenty minutes, they pulled into his driveway. Haven unbuckled her seat belt and reached for the handle of the door.
“Just . . . wait,” Trevor said.