Kate crouched beside the desk and started typing like her life depended on it. Trent's unconscious body lay sprawled on the floor, and Grayson kept staring at him as if he still hadn't decided whether to kill him or stomp on his face. Mason guarded the door.

"Did you really have to kiss him?" Grayson muttered as he stepped closer to the businessman. He nudged Trent's side with his foot—not hard, but definitely not gentle. Kate didn't even look up.

"Relax, it was just a second," she said, fingers flying across the keyboard. "And it worked, didn't it?"

"Worked, she says…" Grayson scoffed. "Sure. It worked. But it looked like you were enjoying every damn second."

"Oh, how sweet. Are you worried about me?" Kate smiled wickedly, eyes still on the screen. "Calm down. My lipstick has more poison than a bitter mother-in-law. Trent should be grateful he's still breathing."

Mason snorted from behind the door.

"God, the two of you are a disaster. You should film yourselves. You'd be m