“You watched me with countless women, so I can’t say much. I just have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t take too long to decide. The longer you take, the more it’ll hurt if you don’t choose me.”
I stare in amazement, and he kisses my cheek before walking to his room.
What the hell just happened?
Sex With a Coffee Addict
I’m completely out of sorts after Decker’s confession. It’s only fair to let Ken know I’m dating multiple people. Sort of. But I don’t know how he’ll handle it.
If he decides to have an issue with it, then I guess that helps narrow things down for me. But I do like him.
“Holly?” Ken asks.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “What did you say?”
He sets his fork down on his plate. “I asked if everything’s okay.”
Sighing, I do the same. “I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted.”
“What’s on your mind?”
Here goes nothing. If Ken kicks me out and says he never wants to see me again—even as a customer—that’ll be what I deserve. I can’t help but feel like this is my fault somehow.
“I want to be honest with you.”
“That’s always a solid plan.”
“I like you. I really like you, which is why I need to tell you that I’m dating. Two guys in particular who have shared an interestin pursuing something with me. It’s… This has never happened to me before, and I want to be transparent with you. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
Biting his lip, he nods. “Three.”
“Three?”
“There are three men who are interested in something serious with you. I don’t want to be counted out.”
“I didn’t want to assume that you still wanted to be with me once you knew the full picture. It’s very… confusing.”
“Did you meet them through that app?” He chuckles suddenly and places his napkin on the table. “Is one of them the cowboy?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “God, no. None of them are from the app.”
He stands and holds out a hand. I take it and stand, following him to the couch. His arms wrap around me, and he sighs. “I won’t lie and say I’m not jealous. But I like you too much to just walk away right now.”
“I wish I’d met you before I tried this stupid app. This wouldn’t even be a conversation right now,” I say, breathing in his citrusy cologne.
It’s not my favorite scent, but it’s hardly a deal breaker. I’ll get him something I like for his birthday or something. Assuming things progress that far.
“I’m glad you tried the app. And that it’s not working out. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
“The last guy I met through the app made me realize how ridiculous it was. I picked a random category to see who would show up.”
“Yeah? Which category?”
There’s something in his underlying tone that makes me self-conscious. “Royalty.”
