I chew on my lip, then fire away. “What happened to the women who worked for you?”
“They were compensated for their services and sent on their way.”
“Sent where?”
“Wherever they wanted to go,” he says breezily. “Some stayed in the life. Some started fresh. I’m not exactly sure what happened to each and every one of them, but I do know they’re safe and doing what they want.”
“Did you sleep with all of them?”
Kayne freezes with his hands on my backside.
“No, Ellie, I didn’t.”
“How many then?”
“Does it really matter?” he questions stiffly. “You’re the only one I want to sleep with now.”
“I want to know. How many women have you been with?”
Kayne huffs, staring at me intensely. “Seven women.”
“Seven? That’s it?” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice.
“You were expecting a higher number?”
“Honestly, yes.”
“Why?”
“Because . . .”
“Because why?” he presses
“Because . . . you’re you.”
“What does that mean?” He’s clearly uncomfortable now.
“You know exactly what that means.”
“No, I don’t.” His eyes narrow.
“Yes, you do. Don’t play dumb.”
“Are you saying you like the way I touch you?” His mood morphs from touchy to feely. He can still give me whiplash.
“I’m saying you are very skilled with your body. That’s all.”
“So, you do like the way I touch you?” he asks again with a shameless grin, and I come to realize he hides behind sex when he feels insecure.
“I liked it when you were massaging my scalp.”
“Are you dancing around my question on purpose?” He squeezes my ass.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe I’ll show you what my body can really do.”
“I think I already have an idea.” I grab the bottle of soap and squirt some into my hands. “My turn.”
