Page 89 of Last Round

“What if I watch? Who knows? Now that you’ve unlocked a breeding kink, maybe exhibitionist is next?” I don’t bother dignifying her with a response. “Whatever…but if you decide to experiment with any of that, you call me.”

“I promise, Bex, if I ever decide to have someone watch me have sex—”

“Or add a female player.”

“Or that, you will be the first… and only person I call.”

Bex has always been a free spirit with a natural curiosity when it comes to all things sex. Instead of taking a conventional career route, she opted for capitalizing on her experiences. She has a very successful blog where she shares several tips, ranging from personal hygiene to actual sex advice. In addition, she writes very graphically about her sex life.

She’s a sexual guru.

“Well, unless you want to work in a call center or fast food, this list is tapped.”

I drop my head to the table. “Bex, I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.”

“Could you use your education for something else? Get into marketing, graphic design, or become a personal assistant. You could do it from home, help people manage their social media, content creation—you could even pick your clients.”

“I never thought of that.” I hate the possibility of wasting my education. But the idea of ever working in an office again makes my skin crawl. Especially if I found myself in the same atmosphere as I did before. I know that not every place is like The Fuel, but I’m not ready to take the risk right now.

“You could help me.” Bex lights up. “I also know a couple of other writers who could use help. There’s a never-ending market of people who need assistance but can’t afford it.”

“It’s something. I’ve got some money left over from when I moved back here, plus my prior salary I’ve stashed away. That could cover a few months’ rent, then I could find another waitress gig or something to supplement until things kick off.”

“Killian’s charging you rent? I thought he bought the firehouse?”

“No, he’s not. But I need my own place.”

“Why?”

“Because I need a place to live…” Bex has me terribly confused.

“You live with Killian.”

“No, I’m crashing with him. Big difference. Not saying I don’t want to live with him eventually. But we just started dating. I’m not going to overwhelm him.”

Bex laughs at me.

“What?” I ask her.

She takes a sip of her ice coffee. “It’s just cute that you think you’re justcrashingat Killian’s. I bet you my favorite vibrator if you told him you were looking for a place to live, he’d think you’re breaking up with him.”

“That’s a bit extreme.”

“Molly, you grew up with the man. The most self-control he’s ever exhibited outside of his training regime was not fucking you—and that about killed the poor man. There is no neutral with him; it’s full speed or standing still. Dollars to doughnuts, he’d marry you tomorrow if you as much as hinted that you wanted to take the plunge.”

“Where the hell does dollars to doughnuts come from? Like who decided that was a thing.”

“I don’t know. But I do know I want a doughnut now.”

I glance at my phone. Killian should be done soon. “Sure. Do you mind if we swing by my brother’s place before we go back to your house? I didn’t pack much in the way of clothes, and while I haven’t exactly needed them, it would be nice not to have to keep washing the two pairs of underwear I brought with me every day. If Killian didn’t have one of those small stackable washing machines, I’d be screwed.”

“I’ll be back in a second,” I tell Bex as she parks in front of my brother’s house. I haven’t been here since our fight.

“You want me to come in?” She eyes the place like it’s haunted.

“No, wait here. Honk if you notice Sean coming.”

“Why are you acting like you’re breaking in? It’s your house too. No matter what that cunt says.”

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