might need his body, but it didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t stand him. Right? So why did she want him so bad she was ready to crawl across the table and straddle him in front of the whole restaurant?
Time to take back control. If this experiment was going to work, they needed serious ground rules. “All righty, then. Back to the business discussion that was so rudely interrupted by your friend.”
“Betty, this is the furthest thing you can get from business, or else the two of us would be arrested,” he added with his signature smirk. “Good thing I’m here, or you’d be making a mess of this.” And just like that, the arrogance was back.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Yeah, keep talking buddy. Keep reminding me of all the reasons why I hate you. Instinctively she rubbed her chest, uncomfortable with the last thought. She didn’t hate him, could never do half the things she’d imagined if she hated him. Could she? “Are you going to talk to me about this or… not?” Darn it, she had absolutely no leverage. She couldn’t threaten to walk, because she needed him more than he needed her.
“What more is there to say? You trying to back out?” He leaned forward in his chair.
“No! No. But we have one last thing to go over.”
“What?”
“The rules. The terms of our agreement. We have to make sure we’re on the same page.”
His eyes scanned her face, taking her measure. He didn’t look as intense as he did when he asked her whether she was seeing anybody, but it was close. He looked like a hawk eyeing a fidgety squirrel. “I’m ready for your terms.”
She took a deep breath and realized with a start that she was picking at her split ends. She hadn’t even realized she’d picked up a braid. Immediately, she dropped her hair, mortified that she was starting back up with the old habit. She must be really nervous.
She knew this was the most important part of their discussion, but the idea of it was making her skin crawl. The umpteen beers she’d consumed were only slightly lessening her feeling of embarrassment. She wanted to just get this over with. “No sex. No touching for you.”
His eyes bulged for a minute, but he didn’t interrupt.
“No happily ever after, no commitment, no relationship. It’s really important you understand this is temporary.”
He snorted at that one as he took another chug of his drink.
“I will choose the place. You will be discreet. We will never speak of it again.”
Now Dare crossed his strong arms and the small grin was gone. He was starting to look a little pissed. But he still hadn’t butted in.
“Um, what else?” Truthfully, she hadn’t expected to get this far. “No guilt, no muss, no fuss. Oh yeah, and you must be willing to give feedback, which shouldn’t be a problem for you.” She shot him a look, but he didn’t respond by laughing as she’d hoped. In fact, he was starting to look far too intense about the whole thing. He was taking it really seriously. Which was good, she thought, but the plan had been that he would be so grateful to be getting blowjobs that he would agree to anything she said.
Hmm, maybe it was time to change the equation. Caelen paid special attention as she made her next request. “No eye contact.”
“What?” He half coughed, half spewed his beer on that one. “What the hell are you talking about? We can’t look at each other? That’s insane. I would feel like you were my slave or something! I—”
She let him blather on for a few more minutes. The last term had been ridiculous, and she’d purposely thrown it in to appear like she would be conceding to his demands, showing that she was flexible. With a deep sigh, she said, “Well, I guess you’re right. I’ll give you that one.”
“Damn straight.”
She took another deep breath and prepared herself for the rules she felt were the most important. “You must give me total control. Oh, and no kissing. See that wasn’t
Time to take back control. If this experiment was going to work, they needed serious ground rules. “All righty, then. Back to the business discussion that was so rudely interrupted by your friend.”
“Betty, this is the furthest thing you can get from business, or else the two of us would be arrested,” he added with his signature smirk. “Good thing I’m here, or you’d be making a mess of this.” And just like that, the arrogance was back.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Yeah, keep talking buddy. Keep reminding me of all the reasons why I hate you. Instinctively she rubbed her chest, uncomfortable with the last thought. She didn’t hate him, could never do half the things she’d imagined if she hated him. Could she? “Are you going to talk to me about this or… not?” Darn it, she had absolutely no leverage. She couldn’t threaten to walk, because she needed him more than he needed her.
“What more is there to say? You trying to back out?” He leaned forward in his chair.
“No! No. But we have one last thing to go over.”
“What?”
“The rules. The terms of our agreement. We have to make sure we’re on the same page.”
His eyes scanned her face, taking her measure. He didn’t look as intense as he did when he asked her whether she was seeing anybody, but it was close. He looked like a hawk eyeing a fidgety squirrel. “I’m ready for your terms.”
She took a deep breath and realized with a start that she was picking at her split ends. She hadn’t even realized she’d picked up a braid. Immediately, she dropped her hair, mortified that she was starting back up with the old habit. She must be really nervous.
She knew this was the most important part of their discussion, but the idea of it was making her skin crawl. The umpteen beers she’d consumed were only slightly lessening her feeling of embarrassment. She wanted to just get this over with. “No sex. No touching for you.”
His eyes bulged for a minute, but he didn’t interrupt.
“No happily ever after, no commitment, no relationship. It’s really important you understand this is temporary.”
He snorted at that one as he took another chug of his drink.
“I will choose the place. You will be discreet. We will never speak of it again.”
Now Dare crossed his strong arms and the small grin was gone. He was starting to look a little pissed. But he still hadn’t butted in.
“Um, what else?” Truthfully, she hadn’t expected to get this far. “No guilt, no muss, no fuss. Oh yeah, and you must be willing to give feedback, which shouldn’t be a problem for you.” She shot him a look, but he didn’t respond by laughing as she’d hoped. In fact, he was starting to look far too intense about the whole thing. He was taking it really seriously. Which was good, she thought, but the plan had been that he would be so grateful to be getting blowjobs that he would agree to anything she said.
Hmm, maybe it was time to change the equation. Caelen paid special attention as she made her next request. “No eye contact.”
“What?” He half coughed, half spewed his beer on that one. “What the hell are you talking about? We can’t look at each other? That’s insane. I would feel like you were my slave or something! I—”
She let him blather on for a few more minutes. The last term had been ridiculous, and she’d purposely thrown it in to appear like she would be conceding to his demands, showing that she was flexible. With a deep sigh, she said, “Well, I guess you’re right. I’ll give you that one.”
“Damn straight.”
She took another deep breath and prepared herself for the rules she felt were the most important. “You must give me total control. Oh, and no kissing. See that wasn’t
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