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Long, strange hesitations stretched out before his responses. He had an intense way of focusing his attention, too—staring, then avoiding eye contact. It made him difficult to read. Hot, cold, hot.
“What if the man you choose is dangerous? Maybe you invite him to your apartment and he kills you and keeps your beautiful wife for himself. There are a lot of creepy men around.”
Valor frowned. “Are you one of them?”
“One of what?”
“One of the creepy men?”
The stranger considered it. “I think everyone is creepy if they take an honest look at themselves.”
“Well, that’s reassuring,” Valor said with a twist of his mouth that I think was mostly a smile.
“You’re the one propositioning a stranger. It’s not my job to reassure you.”
The two of them stared at each other, and I could almost feel the energy crackling between them, like a fight waiting to break out or maybe something more sinister.
“Will you fuck my wife while I watch—yes, or no?”
The man flashed an angry smile. “I will, if only to protect her from your reckless self-absorption.”
He didn’t look at me, but I was fluttery all the same. That a complete stranger would do this to protect me from other complete strangers was ludicrous but also strangely chivalrous.
“Do you have somewhere in mind, or will the back alleyway suffice?” He said it so dryly that for a moment I thought he was serious.
So, he was doing this grudgingly? Great. That didn’t make me feel like a pity case at all.
“I was thinking a hotel room.”
“Smart not to invite me into your home. I could turn into an obsessive stalker.”
“There’s no guarantee anyone we meet on any given day won’t turn into an obsessive stalker.”
He chewed on that, not looking happy about it. “I don’t even know your names.”
“Doesn’t the anonymity make it more exciting?”
“It’s not my fantasy, so I don’t find any of it exciting. If you don’t want to give me your real names, at least give me fake ones to use. I usually got that much consideration even when I was a whore.”
If he was looking to scare Valor off with that statement, he had no clue who he was dealing with.
“A whore?”
“Yes. Retired. Does that shock you?” This poor man seemed impatient and aggravated, but I could tell Valor was intrigued.
“No, we’re not easily shocked. I wouldn’t have guessed you used to do sex work, but that doesn’t matter to us.”
“Please don’t feel obligated to do this,” I cut in. It had to be said, and I was the only one in the situation who would bother saying it.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m perfectly willing to fuck you. Have you done this before? Picked up a stranger at a club…or wherever?”
“No. Neither of us has ever been with anyone else.”
He gave a nod, as though us never having had other partners wasn’t unusual. “I’m Loïc.”
Sexy name—it suited him.
“I’m Tarryn. My husband is Valor.”
