Instead, he said, “But just random ones for now?”
“No,” I said quickly, blinking out the shock. “We’ll find someone quickly. For the meantime, you can use me. My shadow,” I corrected.
“So I get your body in shadow form,” he commented with an amused smirk.
“In a way,” I said begrudgingly.
“And what about when it comes to the shower? You going to be on the other side of the door every morning?”
“Take this seriously, Nix.” Fuck, I should not have brought that up earlier. “I’m hoping you understand the other ramifications.”
“You’re telling me not to go fucking anyone and get caught,” he said as if it was simple.
“And you’ll be okay with that?”
“No,” he snorted. “Fuck no.”
He leaned over as if to tell me a secret, and, with a warning glance, I gave in and leaned in to hear.
His voice was a low, lusty whisper as he said, “How long until I get to fuck someone again?”
His question caressed my spine all the way down to where I had to press my thighs together.
I sat up straight and pretended I was really focused on the directions on my phone. “It has to last a couple of months at least, ideally six. I’m not saying you can’t sleep with people, but at least people you trust. Like the married woman you’ve been seeing, as she clearly would want it a secret, too.”
“That’s not happeninganymore,” he said, looking over the questions.
“Oh,” I said, taken aback. He’d been so persistent on it continuing just weeks ago. “Right.”
“Not because you said to,” he confirmed. His voice lowered as he continued. “Because as much as I enjoyed the sneaking around, I would like to sneak around with someone who I can keep to myself. I’m not up for sharing.”
“Right,” I said again. “Just… sleep with people who won’t go gossiping or to the papers. And, who knows, whoever you have this relationship with—”
“We could have an arrangement,” he finished for me. “Are you putting your hat in the ring?”
“Definitely not,” I laughed. “Hopefully, you’ll have realistic chemistry with whoever we decide is a good match. They can’t just be anyone,” I warned.
“They have to be squeaky clean, just like how you want me,” he groaned. “Good girls are boring.”
I fought an eye roll. “When was the last time you were in a relationship?”
“Four years ago,” he told me. I felt his gaze on me. “It’s hard when I’m only attracted to ambitious, determined women but also want someone to travel the world with me. I can’t really have both.”
“Right,” I said, shutting down the conversation. “What about the woman that texted you, though?”
He shrugged. “Nothing serious.” He shifted. “And won’t go to the papers. Just like my new shadow girlfriend.”
And then there was the flash of his phone as he took a picture.
“What was that?” I asked, focusing on the road as we approached a left turn. My heart raced with panic.
“Just getting a picture of my girlfriend,” he said, typing away.
“Hey! Let me see it before you post,” I protested, peering over to spy on what was on his phone.
“Her driving my car is sexy as fuck,” he said, pausing between words as he wrote it out.
“People will know it’s me!”
