I feel like telling him is more than that.
Like it’s going to unlock some door I won’t be able to shut.
But that’s what I want, right?
“Besides—” I cough. “Even if Ididhave a line of women… I wouldn’t be taking any of them. They aren’t exactly… my…” I swallow hard. “Type.”
Sloane pulls around a bend I recognize, and I realize we’ve been in the car for nearly twenty minutes already.
“What is your type, Oliver?” he asks, and I think I’m wading into dangerous waters.
“Men,” I say clearly.
Tall, dark, and handsome men who know how to push my buttons. Who know how to throw me around and take what they want from me…
But I keep those dark and depraved things to myself. Not even Robbieknowsthe full extent of the things I want. The things I crave. I’m lucky that I’m able to scratch the surface with him, but that itself is bad enough. No one will ever know the truth. How deep that line of darkness really goes, and I think it’s better that way.
Safer, for sure.
“I see,” he drawls.
“I hope… that’s not a… problem.”
Sloane pulls up to a stop sign and turns to look at me, his free hand resting on his chin, his thumb brushing the edge of his lip.
My gaze flits to where it rests. The pad of his thumb along his lower pout makes my damn cock twitch, and I squeeze my legs together.
“Of course not,” he says, glancing at my mouth, then my eyes before turning to focus on the road.
“I am an equal opportunity employer, you know,” he chastises, his lips pulling into a smirk.
I push some stray hair behind my ear.
“Right, of course. Just uh… it’s not… something I usually tell people. You know, on a first date.”
I realize my blunder and try to cover up immediately. “Day! I mean day…”
Sloane laughs.
“Don’t worry, Oliver, darling, your secret is safe with me,” he says with a wink, and I feel my entire body heat like a damn volcano, not just my cheeks.
He lets out a laugh, and I bury my head in my hands.
Oh my God. I am such a fucking idiot!
The car comes to a slow stop and I realize we are outside my apartment complex. I’ll have to pick my car up at Robbie’s tomorrow. It’s too late to head there now, and suddenly I feel exhausted.
“Thank you,” I say, glancing at Sloane. His icy eyes hold my gaze and he nods.
“Of course. You are mine, after all. Myassistant.” His words settle on me and he lets out a heavy breath. “And I told you, I take care of what belongs to me.”
He opens his car door before I can, and within seconds is at my side, opening mine for me. I step out, nearly stumbling into him from the darkness and my woozy legs.
He shuts it, I realize how close we are.
“Shall I walk you to your door?” he asks with a smirk. “Finish thisdate…I meandaywith a personal escort?”
My heart races like a freight train, so loud in my chest, I think surely he must hear it.
