“Because I don’t do dates. It’s a simple line I never cross. A standard.”
“Then what do you do if you don’t date men?”
Unyieldingly, without a waver in his tone, he told Persimmon, “Don’t be offended when I say this, but I do one-night stands. Nothing more. I decided a long time ago that dating isn’t for me.”
Persimmon scratched his right cheek. “So, that would make you a player, right?
“I like to call myself noncommittal company on a one-night basis.”
Persimmon laughed, tilting his head back. “That’s hysterical. Now, tell me you’re kidding. Tell me this is all a big joke.”
Goddamn, the guy is cute, Tate thought. And easy to talk to. I could do the naughtiest things to his bottom, but only if he would let me.No strings attached