Page 25 of Ask Me Something

“I thought we went over that, we would be monogamous. I get it.” Considering I wasn’t exactly doing a whole lot aside from working, it wasn’t an issue for me. Besides this ensured he wouldn’t be seeing Jamie, which was a relief.

“No, this is different. Our arrangement won’t be known by a lot of people; however, we aren’t dating others or taking anyone else to events in the meantime, either. Not even as a cover.”

“Wait, but what if Catherine asks me to go speed dating with her or double?” Not that I sought to do either, but I also didn’t want to abandon her if she needed me.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. No.”

I didn’t mind not dating other people, considering I hadn’t done it in quite some time; however I couldn’t make my friend feel like she was now on her own. “I can’t hurt Catherine’s feelings, and more importantly, I don’t want her going out alone with some stranger. Plus what would I tell her?”

“Tell her you have other plans, then come home and fuck me.”

I sucked in my breath with that vision now firmly implanted in my mind. “I can agree in general, but not with Catherine. I need to be available to go out with her. I’m her wingman, or whatever you guys call it. She’d be hurt if I wasn’t.”

“Okay. I get it. Can we agree to discuss it ahead of time? Maybe I could meet you ladies out like the last time and assist with the mission.”

I laughed thinking he’d probably make a much better wingman than I would. “All right, agreed. I’m assuming this doesn’t apply to clients?”

“I would think it should. If there’s a male coworker or client who wants to get into your pants, what’s the difference from a date?”

“But it’s not a problem if they’re old or ugly?”

“If you send me a picture and I agree, then perhaps.”

Imagining that scenario amused me. “Oh, yeah, I can see that. Uh, hold still. I need to take a picture of you and vet it according to rule number three with this guy I’m not yet sleeping with. Oh, good news. You’re ugly enough that you pass. Congratulations, let’s get dinner.”

He laughed. “I’m sure we will have rectified the sleeping together situation by the time you’re taking clients out.”

“All kidding aside, I can’t say no to clients for a drink or dinner. I’m sorry but it’s not reasonable and it crosses the line from personal into professional.”

He sighed heavily. “No, I guess you’re right.” He didn’t sound happy about it, but at least he understood.

I decided now might be a good time to address some concerns. “So, I was on the Internet yesterday, and I have a few things to discuss about my limitations.”

“Jesus, Sasha, you don’t go and google shit like that. It’s like typing in symptoms of a cold and the Internet tells you forty ways you could die. I haven’t finished going over everything yet.”

“I was curious, and wanted some ideas of what limitations I might need.”

“Okay, hold on, I’m getting into the cab.” The phone muffled, and he said something in the background.

“All right, I’m back. Let’s hear them,” he said, resigned.

“Okay, I don’t want any sort of muzzle or gag in my mouth.”

“That’s definitely okay,” he agreed quickly.

“No whips, canes, pain, or threesomes,” I added, thinking of a list of things that came to mind.

“That isn’t even remotely close to what I want.”

“Okay. I’m assuming I don’t need to tell you no animals.”

“Christ, woman, you are starting to tick me off.”

“Hmm, I believe that evokes rule number one.”

“Now you’re just fucking with me.”

“Maybe a little. What if I want to negotiate some dominant time with you?”

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