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“Nope,” he says cheerfully. He just sips his drink, his gorgeous light-gray eyes on mine. Then, lowering his glass, he says, mischievously, “Go on a date with me.”
“No,” I admonish. “Stop it.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re best friends, and I don’t want to spoil that.”
“Friends to lovers? Isn’t that the best romance trope?”
“Hux…”
“How about friends with benefits?”
“Jesus.”
“You’ve got to give me points for trying.”
“You don’t get any points. Stop nagging me.”
“It’s your fault for talking about battery-powered devices. It’s got me all hot and bothered.”
“Your temperature is permanently a hundred degrees. It’s your default setting.”
“Slanderous talk.”
“Yeah, like you hate the fact that you have a reputation in the bedroom,” I say sarcastically.
He studies me for a moment. “So do you,” he replies.
I stare at him, my jaw dropping, and sit up, livid. “The guys have been talking about me in the locker room? Hux, seriously?”
“So let me get this right—you’re indignant at the thought of us guys discussing what you’re like in bed, but I’m supposed to be flattered? Where does that fit into your definition of equality, exactly?”
I meet his eyes and slowly close my mouth. “All right,” I say sulkily. “Fair enough.”
He sips his whisky. “I am a little bit flattered,” he concedes, “but that’s not the point.”
I give a short laugh. “What do they say about me?”
“Nothing,” he states. “You know I’d shut down a conversation like that in seconds.”
Impishly, I say, “You’re not interested?”
“I don’t need to listen to gossip to know you’d be amazing in bed.”
I nudge him with my elbow. He nudges me back, harder, and I nearly fall off my chair. Luckily, he catches my arm and pulls me back up.
“Jesus,” I berate him, “don’t do that.”
He grins. “Maybe this should be your last whisky.”
“You think?”
I’m flustered. I can’t believe we’re talking about sex. The two of us have a strange relationship. With other women, Huxley prides himself on being a gentleman. He’s respectful and polite, and even when he likes a woman, he’ll never openly let the conversation turn sexual, not in front of me anyway.
Despite what happened ten years ago, or maybe because of that, we’ve become best friends. I think both of us feel safe within our relationship, knowing that despite his monthly enquiry, it won’t progress beyond platonic, and because of that we tease each other almost continuously. But although sometimes our teasing gets near the knuckle, we very rarely discuss intimate details about the bedroom. Maybe it’s because normally Mack or Victoria or Titus is around, and it’s unusual for us to be alone together.
“So tell me about my reputation,” he says. “I hope it doesn’t involve detailed discussion of length and girth.”
