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when she really should get a grip on herself.
    Kelsey held up the box, frowning at the bottom where it was split open along the flaps. He glanced up and peered through the opening at her.
    “Hold on, I think I have a box you can use.” Micah scrambled to his feet and disappeared behind the bar that separated the kitchenette area from the rest of the suite. She continued to locate the ones buzzing on the floor and turned them off as he bumped around in search of a box. “Found it! My publisher sent a few books for me to sign.”
    She looked up as he rounded the corner with a box about the same size as the one that had failed her so miserably. He held it out but tugged the container back when she reached out.
    “Wait.” He lifted his lip in the sexy half-smile that she already liked seeing on his face. Its heat contrasted in the best way with the shy, dark brown cast of his eyes and the reserved but warm lilt of his accent. She knew where his heroes got their ability to make every heroine fall for them so hard. He looked in the mirror. “If I give you this box, I want something in return.”
    Kelsey tried to frown but it was impossible. He was having too much fun and he had her interest piqued, but she was also suspicious. Usually when a guest said that to her, there were serious strings attached and often of the sexual variety.
    “What do you want?”
    “I want you to call me Micah.” When she opened her mouth to protest he cut her off. “Not in public. I don’t want you to get in trouble, but if it’s just the two of us, don’t call me Mr. Holmes. I feel like I need to pull out a pipe and find a sidekick named Watson every time someone calls me that.”
    She’d thought he was going to ask her out, and she recognized the bite of disappointment in her gut. There was no denying their attraction to each other, and she’d grown accustomed to men in Vegas for a few days not wasting any time to go after what they wanted; she’d arrogantly expected that he was the same. It wasn’t like she could accept him anyway.
    First, there was the “no fraternization with the guests” rule at the Masquerade. If she was caught, she would be fired and that was something she couldn’t even fathom. She loved her job. Second was her own rule to never get involved with a Vegas tourist ever again. She’d been burned too many times by men who took off their wedding rings or forgot their commitments back home the minute they hit the airport terminal. Kelsey had learned the hard way that “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” meant the girl you romanced morning, noon, and night. The only thing that stayed behind in Vegas was her broken heart.
    He was waiting for her answer, and she decided she could give him this. At the Masquerade the guest was always right, and this request was harmless.
    “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Holmes.” She couldn’t help teasing him and let a laugh loose when he narrowed his eyes and refused to let the box go. “Fine, Micah. ”
    “I don’t know why that had to be so hard.” He squatted down and helped her place the sex toys in the box, using a long pink one to emphasize his point. “After you’ve shared a sex toy, you have to be on a first-name basis.”
    “When we aren’t within earshot of other guests or my boss.”
    “Of course.” He plopped the last dildo in the box and stood, holding out his hand to help her to her feet. She took it gratefully, knowing that if she tried to get up on her own she’d run the risk of letting Micah know exactly what she wore underneath the black pencil skirt of her uniform. He leaned over, picked it up, and handed her the box. “Do you need a hand delivering this orgy-in-a-box?”
    “No. Thank you, but no.” Kelsey took the box from him and found herself staring up in to his face, answering his grin with one of her own. She knew she should back up and put her professional mask on, although it was hard to do when she stood holding a box of butt plugs