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It’s not enough time,” she protested.
    “Would you rather get locked in with me or get locked out without me?” I posed the question.
    Her eyes darted back and forth. “I am here to represent Revolution. This isn’t a joke to me. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing right now, but I’m not amused, Mr. Kenzie. Nothing about this is funny to me. Millions are on the line. Millions . And all you can think about is a way to get me in your room for the night.”
    “I’m trying to help you and listen to what Revolution needs,” I lied. “Did I imply it was something else?”
    The lift doors retracted. I stepped inside. “I’m going to my room. Are you coming with me or going back to your hotel?”
    I held up the bags. I could easily set them outside of the doors, but I waited while she sorted through her choices. Truth was I liked watching her squirm.
    “Fine,” she huffed, stepping inside with me. “But—”
    The doors closed behind her.
    “But what?”
    She folded her arms over her chest.
    “This is about your contract with Revolution. We’re discussing the game and your behavior in Rio.”
    “We’ll see.”
    I smiled for the first time all day.

Chapter Eight

Aspen
    T he elevator carried us to the twelfth floor. With each ding of the levels, my stomach did another flip. What in the hell was I doing? I was getting ready to spend my first night in Rio in the Olympic village. With Lachlan Kenzie.
    I should be tucked into a nice, plush hotel bed with down pillows and crisp white sheets.
    “What is your roommate going to say?” I asked nervously.
    My belly twisted in knots. I felt as if I was sneaking into an all-boys dorm. I wasn’t eighteen anymore, but the feeling was the same. I was breaking rules. Crossing boundaries. Abandoning all my common sense.
    “I don’t have one.”
    I followed him down the hall.
    “Why not?” I remembered reading something about how the athletes were paired together based on sports.
    “The wanker didn’t want to room with me.”
    I started to worry that the problems with Lachlan were greater and deeper than today’s headlines. Then I felt the panic of being utterly alone with the British playboy. Yes, a roommate would have been awkward, but at least I wouldn’t have been on my own.
    He pushed the door open. I stared at the minimal amount of furniture. There were two twin beds covered in gaudy comforters decorated with whimsical sports logos, two night stands, and two plywood wardrobes. It wasn’t much to house the world’s best athletes. I immediately regretted not rescheduling this meeting for tomorrow. I wanted a hot shower and privacy. I wanted my hotel room and room service. I was starving and exhausted.
    And I realized the way Lachlan’s dark eyes followed my every move had started to do something to me. I chewed my bottom lip nervously.
    I walked toward the small, boxy window. The pools below were now illuminated. I could see the Olympic rings glowing on the bottom of each pool.
    I turned around when I heard Lachlan’s gruff voice.
    “Like the view?”
    I swallowed hard, trying not to focus on the fact that I was in a small room with the notorious athlete. Alone. I could almost feel the heat radiating off his skin. There was no room to breathe in here.
    I moved from the window and rummaged through my bag, looking for my notes on the Kenzie game, which was on the top page. “It’s fine. Not as nice as my hotel, but we have business to discuss.”
    I sat on the edge of one of the twin beds. I noticed the sheets were still folded. Lachlan hadn’t made his bed. It looked as if his bag was untouched.
    “Have you been here today?”
    “No. First time in the room, actually. We moved in today. The team though it would show unity. I didn’t have much say.”
    That explained why he went on a documented drinking and whoring spree through Rio last night. He knew it would be harder to party inside the fence.
    “What do you think about the village so