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He takes a careful sip of his Jack and Coke, considering the question. “When the woman you’re seeing is in distress, it seems like the correct thing to do is to inquire why.”
“Seems like the correct thing?” I fold my legs crisscross style and rest my elbows on my thighs. “Is that your way of saying you’re performing at being a good boyfriend—not that you actually are one?”
“I wasn’t aware I’m your boyfriend.”
I scoff. “We’re practically exclusive, Kaden.”
“Are we?”
“Would you care if I invited Grady over to fuck me?”
His jaw tenses, his cold eyes flashing in warning. “You will not invite him over for anything… or any other loser you’ve dated.”
“See,” I say with a smug smirk. “We’re exclusive. If we weren’t, you wouldn’t give a damn who else I was fucking.”
“Does that work both ways?”
“If you’re asking whether I want you sleeping with that crazy bitch Celeste, absolutely not. I might question your taste if you mess with her again.”
He chuckles. “I can’t disagree with you on that matter.”
“What’s the story there, anyway? She calls youbabyand seems in love with you.”
“Celeste lives in a fantasy world. One she refuses to wake up from no matter how many times I deny her. But you are distracting me. The topic was your audition. Tell me what happened with Fyodor.”
“Eat a cookie first.” I snag one from the container and take an unnecessarily large bite.
Kaden glares. “A cookie.”
“Yes. Then I’ll tell you. I’ve never seen you eat a dessert. It’s odd as hell.”
“You’re asking to be punished the next time you come home with me. In fact,” he says, glancing around my room, “I’m certain I can get creative with the things you have.”
“Spanking by hairbrush? Clothespins for clamps? I have a drawer of vibrators, so no issue there. I usually pull them out to finish the job Grady never does.”
We share an amused moment as he finally indulges me and takes a cookie from the plastic container.
“Interesting mask.” Kaden gestures to the leather cat mask sitting on my desk. Judging by the subtle twitch of his cheek, I’d guess he doesn’t like the cookie, though he eats every bite. Probably some kind of compulsion to finish what he starts.
He’s doing what I’m doing as he does so—seeking a distraction.
My cheeks warm watching him pick up the mask. “It’s… uh… from a Halloween costume.”
“Is that so?”
The stare he pins me with tells me he knows I’m lying. I stubbornly keep up the charade.
“Yes. That’s so.”
“Maybe I’ll make you wear it the next time I fuck you.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“You say that now. Wait ’til I’m balls deep in that tight ass of yours.”
My widening eyes give me away. I lose our impromptu game of chicken. Satisfied, he sips more of his Jack and Coke.
“Your audition with Fyodor.”
