“Really?” she purses her lips for a second. “Could’ve fooled me.”
A slow smile creeps on my face. “At least come upstairs to see Dozer and shower.”
Her face instantly softens at hearing Dozer. “Fine, but no funny business.” Even she can’t keep a straight face.
I hold two fingers up to my temple. “Scout’s honor.”
She narrows her pretty eyes again. “Were you ever a scout?”
“Nah. I don’t like rules.”
She swats me with one hand and I hope this isn’t the last time I’m inside her tonight.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Payden
Screwing in Jas’s office was one thing, fucking on his bar was another, but soaking in his tub while he sponges me down is something else entirely. How did I get into this predicament?
Well, he ran the tub, made me a cup of tea, and then asked if I’d like to soak. He slid in first, and I can’t deny it, the prospect was heavily enticing. This big, broody biker in the tub. His tattooed body on display with a look on his face that promised more of what we’d just done. My poor vagina. Seriously, this man knows how to move. And if I were in any kind of slump, that is well and truly over now.
We’re not a thing. We both agreed on it. So this is fine. It’s intimate, yes, but exclusivity and, well, one cupcake at a time. I could slap myself silly.
Am I really going to agree to this? Then again, why wouldn’t I? It’s the perfect scenario.
No commitment. No drama. Just two adults making decisions. This can work.
Until he says, “So, how come you don’t have a boyfriend?”
I sigh. “That insinuates there’s something wrong with me.”
“Not at all. Just wondered. You the ball-bustin’, career-driven type?”
“So what if I am? Can’t a woman be driven without ball busting?”
“I guess they can.”
“You guess?”
He chuckles and strangely, I like it. “Of course they can. Surely there are men chasin’ you all over New Orleans.”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I’m no saint. I just don’t mix work with pleasure,” I say.
“So you don’t fuck your colleages?”
“Nope.” I pop the P.
“And you’re tellin’ me this, why? Someone interested?"
“One of my colleagues, but that’s old news. And he’s a giant douchebag. I’m single because I’ve chosen to focus on my career for the short term. I’ve worked really hard to earn my place in the firm, and men complicate things.”
“So, you’ve had relationships?”
Wow. Someone’s chatty tonight. More to the point, why is he asking?
“Yes, of course I have, but none of them worked out. My last relationship was a few years back. He was coming on too heavy, and our schedules just didn’t align.”
