Marcus stays seated, acting uninterested. I stand.
“Hello,” the man says, voice low and smooth. “I’m Sean.”
He offers his hand. When I take it, a jolt shoots through me, from my head all the way to my toes. And probably to my nipples, too, if we’re being frank. His eyes widen slightly, like he felt it too.
“Aro,” I breathe, way too soft.
“Hi, Sean,” Marcus finally says, looking up. “Why don’t you sit and tell us about yourself.”
We drop hands like they’re on fire. Sean clears his throat and takes the seat across from us. I retake my seat beside my very dangerous boyfriend. The one I can’t afford to piss off. Sometimes, I need reminding.
Sean starts listing his background. It’s impressive… probably. I don’t catch much. I’m too busy staring at the calm way he carries himself. The precision. The quiet strength. He looks like he gives a damn about what he does. Like he cares.
Imagine that—caring about your job. I used to dream about that once. Having a career. Making a difference. Now? I’m just Marcus’s favorite accessory. Made up, polished, and kept on a tight leash.
And Sean? He feels like a suit-wrapped rebellion made just forme.
“I like him,” I say when Sean finishes. “Babe, do you have any questions?”
Marcus raises a brow. “Do you?”
“Just one.” I smile sweetly. “Have you ever had sex with a client?”
Sean coughs, caught mid-breath.
Marcus perks up, suddenly interested. “Have you?”
Sean straightens, composed again. “No, I haven’t. And I wouldn’t.”
“Good,” I say, folding my hands neatly in my lap. The correct answer. I already see Marcus calculating. If he suspects someone’s into me, he won’t hire them. He’s that insecure.
“In this case,” Sean adds, carefully, “it may help to know I’m gay.”
It takes effort not to frown. Meanwhile, Marcus grins like he just won a million bucks.
“Excellent,” Marcus says, practically purring now. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Sean. We’ll be in touch.”
Sean shakes both our hands before making a swift exit.
“Well, that settles it,” Marcus says, smug. “He’s the one.”
“Why?” I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Because he’s not into women?”
“That, and because he’s the only competent one I’ve seen so far. The gay part’s just a bonus.”
I force a smile. “What if I don’t want him around you?”
“Tough shit.” He smirks. “Besides… you know I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re it for me, Aro. I love you.”
He grabs my chin and kisses me. It’s firm and possessive. I don’t kiss him back.
Marcus doesn’t love anyone. Not really. I used to think I was lucky to have someone like him want me. Now, I know better.
Men like him don’t let go until they’re dead. On the bright side? I haven’t ruled that option out.
“Now,” he says, brushing my hair back, “tell me what I’ve gotta do to earn your forgiveness.”
Perfect.
