“What do you do now for that adrenaline chase? I mean, that’s not something you give up overnight.”
Fuck. Do I answer her honestly? Or do I spare her and me the awkward truth?
“Well, I’ll still hit the slopes from time to time, but I found another hobby that gave me a thrill to chase that was far less risky, at least in my opinion.”
“Which is?”
I look directly into her eyes. “You don’t want to know.”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
I move my gaze to my daughter, bouncing her a bit as she still lays on my chest. “Let’s just say, my daughter is here because of what I used to do for fun.”
Elodie’s smile falls. “Oh.”
“See? Told you you didn’t want to know.”
She blows out a breath. “No, it’s fine. I’m not judging. I just didn’t think that chasing women would give you the same high.”
“It didn’t,” I say honestly, pulling her attention back to me. “In fact, it didn’t even compare, but the orgasm at the end of the night was close enough.”
“I see.” She stands from the couch now.
“Elodie?”
“Yeah?” Her voice is almost an octave higher than before.
“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”
“It didn’t.” Her smile is quick and borderline fake. She’s definitely not being honest, which doesn’t sit well with me.
Does this mean that my previous extracurricular activities have made her think differently of me now?
I mean, I’m not ashamed of my past. Every woman I’ve ever been with has been a consensual partner. But for some reason, right now, I really wish I hadn’t said anything to Elodie about it.
Before I can say anything else, my phone rings in my pocket. I fish it out and see Warren’s name across the screen. “What’s up?”
“You busy tonight?”
I glance up at the clock and note the time. It’s just after six on a Friday, but it’s the end of the week and I’m beat. “Nothing but a date with my bed until my daughter wakes up for her midnight feeding.”
“I need you to come out with me tonight.”
Groaning, I shake my head. “No way, man.”
“Come on. My buddy that was supposed to come out with me canceled. He caught a cold or some shit. I need a wingman.”
“Call Elliot.” Warren knows my boys and has gone out with me and Elliot plenty of times.
“I did. He’s already too intoxicated to go out. Someone needs to check on him again, by the way.”
I mentally make a note to send Fletcher or Rhonan over to his house this week. It may be time for an intervention. “Well, I’m busy.”
“No, you’re not. You have a nanny. Come on…when’s the last time we went out together? And dude, I need to get laid. This is the longest dry spell I’ve had in a while.”You’re preaching to the fucking choir, Warren.“Please?”
“You’re begging?”
“I wouldn’t if I didn’t think my balls were about to explode.”
