Chapter 8

“He pays you well, then?”

“He does. I work hard for it.” For the next half hour I walked him through a few of my days: things I did for Dane Bentley, errands I ran, how I made his life easier, important tasks I carried out.

“I need a job like you have,” he drunkenly confessed, stepping up to my side, kissing my neck, lips, and cheeks, obviously hungry for my skin, seducing me: just the way I wanted to be seduced.

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The following morning, between jolts of coffee, overcoming his brutal hangover, Alex admitted, “I want to know if you’ll be my boyfriend. This is how strong I feel about you.”

I told him: I was not boyfriend material, I liked men too much, I enjoyed a stranger’s cock up my ass or in my mouth, I liked to eat a guy’s cream and have unsafe sex, I would make a lousy boyfriend, I would be unfaithful, I would break his heart and hurt him dearly, I was not capable of committing myself to just one man, I was…

“Can we try it, Shane? Can we just give it a shot?”