Part of me wanted to agree with him, needing the touch of a man, desiring nothing less than having Dash Shore press his cock inside my bottom, but I was still holding out for Tal, the man who I had more of an interest in, and a date with later today. “Pull up your jeans. We can do this another time, and in another place. I have a meeting in here in less than ten minutes.” It was a lie, but I couldn’t break the contract I had signed with Maddy, by not seducing her husband and ending up in a lawsuit with her. I was flirtatious with Dash, which I found necessary. Truth was, leading him on to believe that I had desired sex with him was mandatory according to the contract with his wife. Again, if I wanted results about the Shore case, and a paycheck, I had to work for both.
“You’re a tease,” he said, dressing.
“I’m not easy, Dash. You have to work to get me.”
“I will,” he said. “You can count on that.”