Page 51 of Flipping the Script

“Oh,” Isaac said, snapping his fingers. “Nate wants to know if either of you wants to stay for an extra hour tonight?”

“I’ll stay,” Asa said quickly.

“Can you tell him?” Isaac asked me. “I was supposed to get back to him before I got changed.” He looked down at his coveralls. “And can you tell him that I didn’t get changed yet, so I didn’t forget, I was just waiting until the right moment to ask.”

“Sure.” I finished zipping my coveralls. “I got you.”

“Thanks, bro. See ya in the a.m..”

“See ya tomorrow.”

I left Isaac and Asa in the break room and made my way back out into the car bays.

Luka was busy. The car he was working on was up on the lift, and the door to the office was open. Nate would be in there.

“Hey, boss?” I knocked on the doorframe.

Nate looked up from the mess of papers on his giant desk.

The brothers both had monstrous wooden desks in their office that took up the majority of the space and left little room to move around. No one knew why they’d chosen such huge desks, but according to Zander, who’d worked here since they opened the shop five years ago, they’d always been there.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Isaac told me to tell you that he hasn’t changed yet, so he didn’t forget to ask if we wanted to stay.”

He smiled and put his pen down. “I’m surprised he remembered at all.”

“Asa’s going to take this one. Do you need anything before I head back?”

I’d taken my break late today and only had an hour left of my shift. I was looking forward to today being over.

Not because of work or anything, but I’d been out of sorts since Friday night and had been on edge all day. Thankfully no one had noticed. Well, Asa noticed, but he noticed everything. I’d managed to hide it from everyone else.

What happened at the party was a mistake. I couldn’t take it back, but I could make sure it never happened again.

Sebastian and I were bad news, and we would always be bad news. He might have helped me discover a side of myself I hadn’t known was there, but that didn’t mean anything.

And it definitely didn’t mean I had to explore these newfound kinks.

As hot as it had been, the whole fighting kink thing was unnerving. That wasn’t me. I didn’t like arguing with people, and I certainly didn’t like putting hands on them. I could fight, but that didn’t mean I liked to do it.

Unless it was with Sebastian, apparently.

The fact that it was him who triggered this discovery was pissing me off almost as much as him winning and making me come first. I hated feeling out of control, and I’d spent my entire life making sure I alwaysstayedin control.

But all that disappeared the moment Sebastian started snarking me, and I couldn’t even blame booze for any of it. One beer wasn’t enough to get me drunk, not even if I chugged it. I didn’t think he’d been drunk at all. I hadn’t smelled anything on him, and he’d seemed sober.

Even if he was drunk, it didn’t matter because I was the one who started things. Who escalated them.

I sought him out. I kept needling him about stupid shit like always, and I kissed him first.

He might have gotten on his knees for me, but he gave me the chance to say no. He paused long enough for me to tell him to stop.

But I didn’t, because I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted to feel his mouth on me. To see him glare up at me with those hazel eyes that shifted from sea green to chocolate brown, depending on his mood. The brown really came out when he was pissed, but the green was most prominent when he was happy or turned on.

The fact that I knew that about him was as much of a mindfuck as the blowjob he’d given me. I shouldn’t know these little things about him. I shouldn’t know that he preferred imported beer and drank his coffee black. I didn’t need to know that he could drive a stick shift or that he loved cats and hated chocolate.

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