She looked him up and down, licking her lips as licentiously as she could. “Sexting wouldn’t work for me. I’d have to see it.”
He wrapped up the remainder of his sub and shoved it in the bag. “Happy to show you, babe. Anytime. I’d even let you help.”
She ignored the invitation and gestured at the bag. “Aren’t you going to finish that?”
Shaking his head, he rounded to her side of the desk and dropped into the chair next to hers. Smoke swirled behind his eyes. “I’m hungry for something different.”
Mia didn’t bother with trying to be sexy. “Well, my lunch isn’t different. Besides, I’m hungry, so you can’t have it.”
“Want me to tell you what kind of work we’ll be doing today?”
Since that information had been absent from the description, she could admit to intense curiosity. “Yes. The scenario outline didn’t call for actual work.”
Kaelen got that smug look on his face that made her rethink finishing the sub. She was suddenly less hungry for steak. “I asked for a list of what kinds of toys you would and wouldn’t allow instead of giving details about this part. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Mia lowered her half-eaten sub. “Seeing me here today wasn’t enough of a surprise?”
He drew his thumb along her lower lip in what could have been a sensual caress, but it also could have been him wiping away sauce. “Seeing you here only made me wonder why I hesitated so long to ask you out.”
Stones dropped in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want to become a victim of his charm. “Kaelen, please don’t step outside of the scenario parameters.” They’d agreed to avoid saying things of an emotional nature or making promises to continue the fantasy beyond that day.
He held up his hands in a gesture of apology and surrender. “Sorry. I won’t go there.”
“Why don’t you tell me what work you have planned?” She rewrapped the other half of her sandwich. It would make a good dinner on her way to the airport.
“I’m researching the impact of sociological factors prohibiting men from using sex toys in erotic play due to the fact they think it’ll influence how masculine they’re perceived. You’ll be asked a series of questions after each miniscenario.”
The sociology grad student part of Mia’s brain stood up and took notice. The woman who’d been disappointed by more than one lover lined up right behind her. What was it about men that made them leery of using electronic devices in bed? They used them everywhere else.
Of course, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of having a job with perks that involved orgasms. She gestured to the door. “Give me five minutes?”
“Take your time. I’ll get everything set up.”
It took a little longer than five minutes because she couldn’t use the bathroom when all she could think about were the various scenarios Kaelen had planned. She could really get behind a man who wasn’t afraid to supplement his biological equipment with things that vibrated or pulsed.
When she returned, she found Kaelen pulling the sheets back on a bed that hadn’t been there when she left. He turned to her with that half grin on his face and lifted his shoulder in a lazy shrug. “I found a Murphy bed. They said the room would have a bed, but when I came in before, I couldn’t find it.”
That explained what had taken him so long to call her into the office the first time. “How did you find it?”
“There was a note in the drawer with all the toys, which we get to keep, by the way. It had directions on how to pull out the bed and some warnings about safety features. You know, like don’t jump on the bed because you can bang your head on the ceiling. And put these sliding things into the locked position. And don’t forget the mattress pads.”
Delighted to have a bed, Mia laughed. “Why the mattress pads?”
He swaggered over to her and pulled her hips close. “Because you’re going to be that wet.”
She was already pretty slippery. He dipped his head and gave her one of those slow, casual kisses that lit her fires. He was too talented with those lips.
“All right, babe. Give me a minute to wash these toys. There’s a survey on the desk I need you to fill out first.”
He disappeared with what looked like a fishing tackle box. Mia skirted the bed, which took up half of the office space, and looked at the paper on the desk.
It asked several questions about what she did to excite herself while masturbating versus what she did when she was with another person. How did she correct for maximum stimulation alone? Did she direct lovers to pay more attention to the areas she liked? They went on and on like this. The questions from Oasis had been informational. Kaelen’s questions asked for an emotional interpretation.