Believe me, I don’t care to see your ass. Wash my sheets.
Did you just put us in a group chat?
Jackson
You slept in our bed, dude. I think that qualifies for a group chat. In fact, I’m naming it “Men Who Have Slept in My Bed.”
Please don’t. Where’s your boyfriend?
Jackson
In the shower. Where’s my wife?
Asleep. She must not be used to a man who lasts longer than ten minutes.
Jackson
Did you crack a joke? Holy shit. And I can’t believe you’d say that about Coach.
I ignore his antics—it’s clear we’re getting nowhere—but he texts me moments later.
Jackson
Fine, Viking. What’s the problem?
I’d like to discuss my position here.
Jackson
Okay… Is this blackmail? Are you suing me? If so, go after Kyle’s homeowner’s insurance. Or workers’ comp? Is that a real thing? Technically, you were on the job.
I’m not suing you, dumbass. Ethan offered me a position as security. I want to stay here with Aurora while you’re away, or travel with you. I want an established place here.
Jackson
I’m confused. I thought you were already working as security. I built you an apartment. I’m expanding the pool house for your partner. You took a bullet for me… What am I missing?
I have to pay you. Makes sense. How much?
He types far faster than me, especially since I only have one usable thumb.
It’s not about money. I have an income.
Jackson
You want to sleep in my bed. Gotcha. I’m not attracted to you in that way, but I’ll consider it.
I have no interest whatsoever in sleeping with you. Have Ethan text me.
Jackson
For a second there, I thought your sense of humor had improved. I’m kidding. That’d be awkward as fuck. Whatever you need. I planned to ask Charlie, but it’s up to you, as head of security and all.
You can be the funny one. I’ll be the good-looking one.
Jackson
Two jokes? Damn, that must have been some good sex. Or was it head? I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
