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I will worship your body, respect it, and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Thank you for your consideration.

I stare at the screen until it times out and turns black. Jesus. I inhale a long, unsteady breath, just as another message pops up.

SHANE:

So? Do I have the job?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

DIANA

Initiative

“THAT’S WHAT YOU WORE OUT WITH HIM?” SHANE GROWLS WHEN HE opens his front door.

I stay rooted in the doorway. “Yes.”

“And you still insist it wasn’t a date?”

“It wasn’t. We just went to a nice restaurant.”

Shane can’t take his eyes off me. “Please tell me that’s the dress you’re wearing for our audition video.”

“No, that one is sheer so you can see the leotard underneath.”

“Fuck,” he groans. Then he notices I haven’t moved an inch. “Are you coming in?”

I don’t budge from the threshold. “Not until we discuss the Dixon rules.”

“You and your rules. Can we at least discuss them inside, so Niall doesn’t voice his opinion?”

Good point. I follow Shane into the living room, where I maintain some distance between us. He’s showered and changed since our rehearsal, because he smells like soap and is wearing a gray Eastwood College T-shirt and black sweatpants that ride low on his trim hips. One defined oblique is revealed, and my fingers tingle with the urge to touch it.

“Did you like my application?” His eyes are twinkling.

“It’s very well written,” I answer begrudgingly.

“I knew you’d enjoy it.” Winking, he takes a step toward me. “So let’s talk about the rules.”

I take a step back. “Only one rule. Respect.”

Shane is startled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we respect each other in all parts of this. Yes, it’s just sex. No, there won’t be feelings involved. But even a friends-with-benefits situation requires a level of respect. I’m not your sex toy.”

He reels. “Christ. Of course not.”

“And I don’t want you sleeping with other people.”

“I won’t.” Assurance rings in his tone. “I already told you I’m not interested in sleeping around anymore, and I’d never put you at any risk.”

“Okay, good. Oh. And condoms,” I finish.

“Obvs.”

“With that said, I’m on the pill, so if we both get tested, I’m cool going without.” I heave a sigh. “Because I kind of hate condoms.”

He groans again. “Are you seriously standing there telling me how badly you want to go bareback? Are you trying to make me ejaculate?”

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