at my job.”
He gave her a humorless smile. “Benning.”
“What?”
“Your last name. I checked the guest list last night after you left.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know how to feel about that. He’d probably checked it to make sure she wasn’t going to report him for a lewd act.
“And for the record, I make quick decisions but not haphazard ones. I’m making you the offer for a number of reasons.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
“Don’t believe me? Fine. Here’s what I know about you so far.” He lifted a finger to count off. “You easily broke into this guy’s account and figured out what was going on. You found me and tied me to Restless Games even though I know exactly how many layers you had to go through to get that information, so I know you’ve got skills.” He nodded toward his door. “You’re obviously determined since you got your way back here today and waited. You’re going to be more motivated than most to fix this because you’re personally involved in it. And you’re already part of the game, so I don’t have to worry about your delicate sensibilities being offended by our kinky little universe.”
The air sagged out of Cora.
“And I know that what I just offered to pay you has got you interested at least on that level.”
She looked up.
His lips twitched up at the corner. “Don’t play poker, Cora. Your nostrils flared when you saw the number and your whole body went tense.”
“I—”
“So,” he said, not giving her a chance to protest, “what’s holding you back must be because of the incident last night. So let’s just get that out on the table and clear it. Now that I know you’re kinky, I can stop worrying I freaked you out last night with that little cuckolding scene. It happened. You watched. I didn’t mind. It doesn’t have to be big deal. Just pretend we ran into each other in a club and follow the standard discretion rules. And—”
“I never said I was kinky,” she blurted.
He paused, head tilted. “You’re a member of Hayven and not?”
She cleared her throat. “I just like interesting games. I mostly observe.”
Lie. Total fucking lie. Ever since she’d met Dmitry, she’d done nothing but participate. But she’d rather he think she was some wallflower voyeur than reveal who she was in the game.
He considered her for a long moment, but then nodded. “Fair enough. Either way, there’s no need for what happened last night to affect work. Work is work. Personal is personal. I know how to divide the two. I assume you do as well.”
Something about the way he said it gave her pause, but he’d switched to business mode and that soothed her nerves some. “Of course.”
“Excellent. Bottom line is my game has a major problem, and you’re telling me you have the skills to fix it and can start quickly. Because of the sensitive information you’ll have access to, I’ll need a background check. That’s the only time constraint. But assuming that will come through over the weekend and all come back fine, I’m offering to contract you for your services for that hourly rate, starting Monday if you’re available. Are you interested?”
Cora wet her lips, overwhelmed by the turn this conversation had taken. She’d walked in with a complaint and now there was a job offer sitting in her lap. She could pretend to think it over, put up some kind of effort. But her mama didn’t raise no fool, and Cora would be the biggest of them all to turn down a gig that paid this well. She took a breath and put her hand out. “I guess we have a deal, Mr. Muroya.”
His hand closed around hers, firm, warm. “Ren.”
“Excuse me?”
“Call me Ren.” He gave her a half smile. “I only require that kind of formality in very specific situations and work isn’t one of them.”
She coughed, choking on her own spit. Sir. The word from last night whispered through her head.
He laughed, releasing her hand and standing. “Sorry. You’re too easy to shock, Cora Benning. We’re going to have to work on that if you’re going to be hanging around here.”
She shook her head and stood. She couldn’t tell him that she normally wasn’t so easy to shock, that it wasn’t the words, it was him. The man short-circuited her brain.
He stepped around his desk and plucked a business card from the holder on the front of his desk. “I’m going to call Shari from HR. She’ll meet you up front and get everything she needs from you. Unless you hear from me, plan to be here Monday morning to start. In the meantime, I’ll get an alert email sent out and I’ll have the game taken offline until we get this fixed. If you have any questions before then, call me.”
She took the offered card and pulled out one of her own to hand to him. Grace would’ve been proud. She’d finally handed out a business card. “Thanks. Here’s mine.”
He tucked the card in the inside pocket of his sport coat. “And my offer for the hotel stands. I don’t want you feeling unsafe.”
She tried not to notice how close he was now and that he smelled like some combination of minty shampoo and expensive coffee. “That’s okay. I live in a duplex and the two guys next door are already on alert. Plus, I’m not going to be caught with my Taser at the bottom of my purse again.”
Ren’s expression turned grim. “I hate that our game is part of this. I know you don’t know me, but this isn’t the kind of thing I take lightly. One of the main reasons I developed Hayven was to provide a safe place for people to explore that private side of themselves without having to deal with the risks involved in trying to find real-life kink partners. That’s why I require my gamemasters to be relentless when policing harassers or trolls. I never wanted anyone to feel anything but protected. It truly is supposed to be a haven. That’s always been my goal.”
Cora blew out a breath. She knew that much to be true. She’d seen issues crop up in the game and promptly knocked down. One guy who constantly made disgusting comments to women in the game was struck by lightning and burnt to a crisp, never to be seen again. Another who always interrupted other people’s play was swept away by a velociraptor. That one had made her laugh. “I’ve seen your gamemasters get pretty creative with deactivating accounts.”
The corner of Ren’s mouth kicked up. “They’re two very sadistic, very creative women with sick senses of humor. The job fits them perfectly.”
She slid his card in the front pocket of her purse. “I appreciate that you recognize how serious this is. I promise I’ll do everything I can to get it fixed and get your system better protected. There’s nothing more dangerous than information in the wrong hands.”
“Agreed.” He put his hand on her lower back. “Come on. I’ll walk you out and get you set up with Shari.”
The touch was just as electric as the first, but this time it seemed even more intimate—those long fingers gently pressed against the dip in her spine. She imagined that hand sliding farther down,
