“And what makes you think you’re going to disappoint me? Clearly, you’re a fucking tiger in the bedroom, so you score points for that.”
“Liam, please try and be serious for once. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”
“Iambeing serious, Dylan. You’re worrying about something that hasn’t, andwill never,happen.”
“But you don’t know that. Yes, the sex yesterday was amazing, and I don’t regret it for a second.”
Thank God!
“Then what’s the problem?”
He pulls off the sheet and swivels around so that he’s now seated on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. He then gets up and climbs into his underwear before walking over to the window where he pulls open the curtains and looks outside.
“While I enjoyed every pleasurable moment of what we did yesterday, the fact that we’re now having this conversation, and I’m feeling like this, makes me feel like a total whore now.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Liam, I feel like I have nothing to offer you. Zero. Zilch. Zip. I live paycheck to paycheck paying off a car I can barely afford now, all thanks to one fucking asshole who destroyed me financially. I can’t even take you out on a proper date.”
Oh. My. God. If I didn’t love this man before, then I most certainly do now. Seriously, how can he be so fucking perfect? Even now, in this moment, he’s thinking about someone else and not himself, when what he should be doing is enjoying every moment we spend together. And that thought has me leaping out of bed and walking toward him. I stop behind him so that he’s covering my cock and press a kiss to his shoulder before wrapping my hands around his waist.
“You want to take me out on a date?” I ask.
“If we’re going to do this for real, you know, the whole dating thing, then I want to do it properly and take you out on a date, and I can’t even afford to do that.”
“You make it sound as if you’re underpaid or something.”
“Not at all. That’s not—you, see? I’m screwing it all up already.”
“Just stop,” I tell him. “Switch your brain off for five minutes and just process what’s happening around you.”
“And whatexactlyis happening around me, Liam?”
“For starters, you’re giving me a raging hard-on right now, and it’s lucky you’re standing in front of me, or the Chicago fire department is going to mistake my cock for a fire hose.”
He chuckles, and I see his lips curve into a smile through the reflection of the window.
“There you go again, thinking about sex.”
“How can I think about anything else when I have you gloriously naked in front of me. Well,almostnaked.”
I realize I’m not helping the situation with my flirtatious comments, but I need to do something to prove to this man that I don’t give a flying fuck about his financial situation. I don’t care if he can’t afford to take me out on expensive dates. All I want is to be with him, and now that we’ve basically fucked each other’s brains out, there’s no reason we can’t, or tell our families how happy we are.
“I’m serious, Liam. I want to take you on a date, you know, a movie, dinner, maybe some wine and then just a cozy night on the couch watching television.”
“And what makes you think you can’t do that?”
“Because a man of your … standards, and by standards, I mean financial attributes, deserves to be wined and dined in a fancy five-star restaurant.”
“Is that what you think? You think because I’m a billionaire that I have to eat in exquisite restaurants? Live an exquisite lifestyle? Dylan, I may have money, and a lot of it. And yes, I can have anything I want. But I don’t want any of it if it’s going to make you feel uncomfortable or any less good about yourself. You’re more important to me than money. I thought I already made that perfectly clear.”
“But that’s just my point. You shouldn’t have to change your lifestyle for me.”
“You’re right, I don’thaveto. But Iwantto,” I tell him.
“But that’s not what I want.”
“Okay, you’re really not making any sense right now, Dylan. First you tell me that you can’t take me out on expensive dates and then when I tell you that money means nothing to me, you tell me you don’t want me to change. I’m confused. What exactly do you want?”
