“Do you want to?”
He grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs, hopefully out of earshot of the guys at the door. Everyone was under NDAs, but that didn’t mean I wanted them to know my business.
Vaughn didn’t let go of my hand. “What the hell is going on?”
“Just answer the question.”
“If I want to fuck Kiera?”
“Yeah.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Babe,” he sighed. “I have fucked her—”
“See, that’s the problem.”
“Why is it a problem? It was in the past.”
“But you’re bi.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Yeah?”
“I’m not.”
“I know that.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll never be enough for you.”
“Are you serious? Why do you think that?”
“Because I don’t have a vagina, Vaughn.”
He was silent for a moment. “You think that I’ll eventually leave you because I like pussy?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Babe, that won’t happen.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because, since I met you four months ago, I haven’t had the desire to be with a woman. My thoughts have only been on you.”
“But that woman …”
“That woman”—he waved his hand in the direction of the mansion—“is happily married, and her husband was sitting right next to me.”
“Then why was she on your lap?”
“Because I hadn’t seen much of them in four months and we were catching up.”
“Because you haven’t come here?”
“Yes, but nothing is going on with them. Before we met, yes. Now, no.”
“Okay.” I nodded slightly. I was still worried I wouldn’t be enough for him. “But what will happen when you have the urge to be with a woman?”
“I don’t know. I’ll get a pocket pussy or something.”
I balked, stunned by his response. “Are you trying to make a joke?”
