Free Bit the Jackpot by Erin McCarthy

stumble around not knowing what you're doing, you risk your exposure—and therefore our exposure—to mortals. Or you could inadvertently break our rules and bring censure down on yourself. I can't allow that."
    "Alexis said you're anal to a fault." She pawed through the pile looking for some clean panties. And a bra would be really helpful. It was dangerous to walk around in a tight T-shirt without one around Seamus.
    "I'm very organized. Thorough. If that's a flaw to Alexis, clearly we don't agree."
    Yes, he was thorough. There was everything she could need in her suitcase. Toiletries, makeup bag, hairbrush, blow-dryer, pj's, matching bra and panty sets, an assortment of jeans and shirts, and gym shoes.
    He had even packed her vibrator.
    Cara felt her cheeks go hot. He must have gone through her dresser drawers. He must have found
that
drawer. The one that had various forms of stress relief, as she liked to think of it. He must have packed it to embarrass her, but somehow that didn't seem like something Seamus would do. Her first assessment made more sense—that he was just thorough, gathering everything he thought she might want.
    Because she remembered that it hadn't been in her drawer at all. She'd left it out on the bed. In full view. After using it. Oh, help.
    He must have assumed it was a necessity to her if it was out and ready to go.
    Could she be any more mortified?
    "What's the matter? Did I forget something? I can go back for you or we can buy anything you need in the casino. There are a dozen shops downstairs."
    That he could sound so innocent, so helpful, ticked her off. "Ones that sell these?" She picked up the vibrator and waved it in the air, wanting to make it clear to him she wasn't addicted to it or anything. She wasn't embarrassed she had it, but she sure in hell didn't want him to think she
needed
it. "Thanks for packing it, but I could have gone a few days without it."
    Seamus's jaw dropped. "I didn't pack that! Ethan packed your bag."
    That made her roll her eyes. "Oh, right. Like Ethan, a married man, would just scoop up my vibrator."
    "Maybe he didn't know what it was," Seamus said, but he was lying. Cara could tell by the way his eyes darted off her and onto Fritz.
    "How old is Ethan?"
    "Nine hundred and something."
    Jesus. That almost sidetracked Cara. But she managed to give Seamus another glare. "Then he knows what it is, give me a break. And just admit it. You put it in here to piss me off."
    "I did not put it in there," he said, his voice rising in anger. "But if it had been me, I wouldn't have packed it to piss you off. I would have packed it because it's damn hot to picture you using it on yourself."
    Cara was sorry she'd brought it up. Because now they were staring at each other, both angry, both breathing hard, Seamus looking hot and bothered, Cara feeling hot and bothered. She would not picture lying on Seamus's bed, moaning in pleasure, legs spread, Seamus standing at the bottom of the bed watching her, his eyes dark, erection thick.
    "Cara… I can see your thoughts," Seamus said, his words trailing off into a groan.
    "Shit! Stop doing that." She buried her face in her hands and rubbed hard, like that would erase the mental image of her going to town with Seamus as an audience. The burn in her stomach grew stronger. "Well, just so you know, I had it out because I was cleaning my dresser drawers, reorganizing. I don't
need
it."
    "Okay," he said, but he didn't look like he believed her. "It's none of my business, you don't have to explain yourself to me."
    "Exactly." She shoved the vibrator in an outside pocket on the suitcase so she wouldn't have to look at it. When she saw it alongside Seamus, it made her want to rethink her whole no-men philosophy. Being with him seemed so much more appealing than a date with a jelly vibe. And that was very dangerous thinking.
    "And even if I was attracted to you and did want to watch you satisfying yourself—not that I'm saying I am—it wouldn't be