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Eliot snorted. “If you want that, you’ll have to actually seduce me,” he joked.
Or at least, Danny was fairly sure he was joking.
“I don’t think I’m your type,” Danny said.
“You’re not,” Eliot agreed. “Don’t worry, you’re not in any danger of me throwing myself at you.”
That was a relief. The whole point of this arrangement was for it to be nice and simple. Sex only made things complicated.
Danny could get laid when he’d secured some good deals and didn’t need Eliot anymore. He’d gone without for long enough already that another few months wouldn’t kill him.
In the meantime, having to hang out with Eliot wasn’t the worst thing.
