Yes.
Right?
I remembered being turned on and excited he was the one I was meeting and frustrated that he might be dating the young barista.
What else had we been talking about?
“Yes, we’d been discussing how to get to know one another.” Rohan’s smirk gave me the impression he knew how nice he was being to me by not pointing out my scatterbrained recollection of what we’d been talking about.
“Getting to know you is important.” But how was I supposed to be doing that? Was I his new friend? His boss? His dirty love interest?
Oh, not a boss.
“But I would like to get one thing clear right off the bat. I am not your boss. There is no monetary exchange taking place, so there is no reason that I have to maintain an appropriate professional distance.” And no weird power imbalance I had to be careful of.
I’d written about enough of those that I knew a variety of reasons why it would be a terrible idea in real life.
The smirk came back. “You don’t want to be my boss?”
“No, thank you.” He was fucking with me, but in what way? The good kind? “We’re making a trade and that makes us equals in this situation.”
Was that clear enough?
He hadn’t actually said he wanted to sleep with me, but he hadn’t said he didn’t.
And it seemed like he’d made a dick joke when we’d been talking about sizes.
So...
Maybe he wanted to have sex with me?
“I think that’s very fair, but in this trade, you need to be very clear about what type of cleaning earns chapters and what activities would just be me being friendly.” The smirk had definitely heated up and somehow the way his fingers were trailing up and down his coffee cup looked like he was playing with a dick.
But that might’ve just been my slightly interesting perception of the situation.
Maybe?
Oh, trades and chapters.
What type of cleaning?
He did realize how I could take that sentence, right?
No, I wasn’t going to focus on that part because I wouldn’t be able to think if I got any harder. For some reason, we’d been designed so that we didn’t function when there wasn’t enough blood in our brains. So if the big head needed to work, the little head needed to wait quietly.
And that never happened right.
“Yes, I...” Oh, how would a character say it so they didn’t sound like a pimp or something negatively inappropriate? I wantednicelyinappropriate so I didn’t chase him off. “I’ll take any help you can give me when it comes to household management.”
I wasn’t going to be greedy.
“As I’m sure you’ve read in the group, I get...distracted.” I was trying to be polite but honest; however, he chuckled.
“And you do anything but clean.” The grin he flashed me that time was teasing but still just as sexy. “You started a whole new series just to keep from having to go grocery shopping.”
I was right.
He was real and in the group.
