"What?" Tristan crept closer, stopping just behind the other man.
No response.
"Just say it."
"You’re not my type," Cade finally grumbled.
The words sliced through Tristan.Idiot. You misread everything.
"Oh. So … you're into women?"
Cade remained still, his muscles coiled tight. "I am, but I don’t prefer them."
Tristan blinked with confusion. "So you like men too?"
"Yes." Still no eye contact.
"Then why am I not your type?" Tristan demanded, voice cracking.
Though his hands curled tightly on the counter, Cade didn't answer.
"Seriously? Say something."
"Because."
"Because what?"
When he finally turned, Cade's eyes were dark, dangerous.
"Because you wouldn’t like what I like."
Something shifted in the air as tension crackled between them.
"What does that mean? You mean … like, kinky stuff?"
Cade laughed derisively. "If you ask like that, I definitely know I'm right."
"How would you know?"
"Because I know."
"That's stupid. Tell me and let me decide."
Sucking in air through his nose, Cade finally admitted, "I like to control, to dominate, and I expect complete obedience, full surrender. No games, no playing around."
Why was that not surprising, and why didn't he hate that idea? It actually sounded … intriguing.
"O-okay."
"Okay what?"
"That's okay with me."
Cursing under his breath, Cade scoffed, "You don’t get it."
"Then explain it to me!"
"No, I'm done talking."
