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    When the doors closed, Kit set her hands on Griffin and mimicked the woman who’d been stroking the other man’s bare, hairy chest. “Room forty forty-three is your next stop?”
    Griffin stilled her hands. “No, but keep that up and the bed will be.”
    Because of a playful touch? She had been kidding around, but he sounded mad. Was he frustrated she had trapped him into this assignment with her? Kit went silent and pressed her hands to her sides. If he didn’t want to be touched, she would respect that. She despised introductory handshakes and hugs, and she understood everyone had boundaries.
    When they arrived in their room, she frowned. One small room, two double beds. No privacy. “Can’t we get a suite? Or connecting rooms?”
    â€œI need to watch you. I’ll give you as much space as I can while keeping you safe.”
    Griffin set the box he’d been carrying under his arm on the floor. Kit clapped her hands. Her costumes! She couldn’t wait to try them.
    She ripped at the packing tape sealing the box shut, but it was hard to open. Griffin pulled a knife, wordlessly moved her hands aside and sliced through the tape.
    His first outfit was on top. Faux leather jacket, tight black T-shirt, black jeans and black sunglasses. She held up the pieces to show him. “Do you like it?”
    He eyed it. “What is it? I mean, what character does it belong to?”
    â€œDon’t worry. Not a woman or anything. You’re a vampire. More specifically, a dark lord of the fifth realm.”
    He arched a brow. “Will there be a quiz?”
    She shook her head. If anyone asked him about the game, she could cover for him.
    â€œWhat about you?” he asked. “Leather, too?”
    She shook her head and drew hers out of the box. “You’ll see.” She scampered into the bathroom to try it on. The dress was short, coming about six inches above her knee. The top was as she’d pictured it, high neck and long sleeves. When she was dressed, she opened the door to the bathroom.
    Griffin had changed into his costume. Though she’d wanted a reaction from him, her reaction was summed up in a few words: sexy, drop-dead gorgeous god. Griffin was an attractive man. His face was unabashedly masculine with a straight nose and strong jawline. His full lips looked utterly kissable. He looked like he had stepped off the screen of the video game “Dark Rising.” He had the muscles and the tone and the build. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist and long legs.
    â€œYou look great,” she said, the words coming at a stammer. Their costumes were supposed to help them blend. Griffin would draw attention, at least from the women. He would play a starring role in every woman’s fantasy.
    Griffin’s gaze wandered up and down her body, stopping at her legs. “Are we a couple?”
    She wished. Like on her best day she could be the girlfriend of a man like Griffin. She wouldn’t know how to handle him and a relationship that involved face-to-face contact and time together in bed. Did their cover at Gamer Con include pretending they were lovers? They were sharing a room. “In the game, your character protects mine. We have an on-again, off-again relationship. It’s touch and go. We are lovers and fighters.”
    Griffin blinked at her. “There’s sex in video games?”
    Sex crept in, especially in role-playing games. “Staying home on a weekend night to play means a slim possibility of getting laid. Tensions are played out on the screen.”
    â€œI wouldn’t have guessed,” Griffin said, rubbing his chin.
    This conversation was making her skin tingle and ache to be touched. Talking about the video game was easy for her, but she didn’t know how to make the discussion of sex cross into real life. Could she tell Griffin she found him attractive, especially dressed as he was? “Are you ready to