“You can’t say anything to Trinity. Or Mason.” I added quickly. “Please, it was…a lapse of judgement on my end.”
“Which part? You rubbing one out to the sight of him, or you allowing me to help?”
“Both,” I said just as a waiter returned to refill our glasses. Kaz’s gaze heated my face.
“You don’t need to be ashamed of it,” he said as soon as he left. “Everyone’s got their kinks.”
I stabbed my chopsticks into a bowl of rice. “Well, I am ashamed. I don’t know what got into me. It’s not a kink of mine and I don’t do things like that. Ever.”
“Maybe that’s your problem. You’re repressed.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then some version of what happened last night could happen again. You could lose control. Wouldn’t you prefer it happened on your own terms?” He arched his brow.
“What are you proposing?”
A smirk played across his lips. “We keep hooking up. Casually.”
My throat turned dry. “You can’t be serious. I work for you.”
“There are only two people who might care about that. Trinity and Mason. Trinity won’t ever find out, and I know Mason doesn’t give a crap.”
Something cold washed over me before I checked myself. Of course Mason wouldn’t care, he’d obviously had no problems moving on from me.
“Even if I agreed with your assessment about me being repressed, I don’t know why I wouldn’t want to lose control with someone else.”
His eyes narrowed. “Like who?”
“I don’t know. I could find someone on Tinder.” I’d been on a few dates many months ago when I decided to try my hand at the LA dating scene. Besides one unimpressive one-night stand, the experience had been a bust.
“And go through the hassle of trying to find out if you’re sexually compatible with someone new when you already know we are?”
I bowed my head. “This is crazy.”
“What are you afraid of? That you’re going to fall for me?”
An indignant laugh burst out my mouth. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then what?”
I was afraid this would breathe life into the wild thing. But maybe Kaz was right. At least this way, I stayed in control of her.
“How would it work?”
He gave me a boyish grin. “Well, I have this thing called a dick and you have—”
“Not that,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “Where would we do it?”
“Your place?”
“No. We can’t go to my apartment.”
He seemed mildly taken aback. “Don’t want your neighbors seeing me?”
“Trinity can’t find out, and someone on my floor knows her well,” I lied, making up a random excuse.
“Then we’ll just have to play it by ear.”
