Page 131 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Yeah.”

“Andwith each other?”

“Not with each other,” I say, once again glancing at the other room to make sure no one else is coming, particularly the person I’m gossiping about. He was sound asleep when I came down to the kitchen, though.

I’d drunkenly fucked him late into the night—neither of us having an easy time coming, but it felt too good to stop. I woke up early, and we did it again to a much quicker finish, but he went right back to sleep. I was too restless, so I came down.

“You believe that?” Jericho asks gently.

“I have good reason to believe it,” I tell her, because I get how it sounds, too. “But that’s our business.” I give my head a quick shake and correct myself. “His, I mean.”

“It’s obvious you guys are into each other,” Drew says.

“Yeah—well…I know you don’t give it long, but?—”

“Before you say anything else,” he interrupts, “I want to apologize for saying that in front of him. I had too much to drink, and I thought it was funny, but Ollie and Jer helped me understand it was shitty.”

“However,” Jericho cuts in, “I’m a little concerned about the marriage part.”

I nod. “I get it. And I appreciate you guys checking in, but…” My words trail off. There’s not really more to say.

“Has he always been with other men?” Drew asks, picking up my slack.

“I don’t think so.”

“So what’s going on?”

I’ve been shredding rotisserie chicken for a salad, but I’m down to bones, so I turn for the sink and wash my hands. “We’re keeping each other company,” I say, using one of Gibson’s lines from yesterday.

“Does it feel like it could be serious?”

I shrug.

“Because it looks like it,” he adds.

“It’s been a few weeks. Who can say?”

“Me,” is his answer. “Three weeks with Ollie, and I was a fucking goner. So was he. And it was fucking terrifying, so yeah, I wanted to check in and check onyouspecifically. See where your head’s at.”

When I don’t come up with anything to say to that, Jericho puts her two cents in. “For what it’s worth, you seem really comfortable together. He’s pretty cool for a billionaire.”

“Yeah,” I manage to say. “He’s great. I really like him.”

“I guess what I’m asking is if it’s just a casual thing,” Drew says.

Drying my hands on a towel, I tell a half truth. “I can’t really say.”

“I assume you see each other a lot—working for him?”

“Every day.”

“Get any work done?”

He means well, so I laugh. “Yeah. Somehow we manage to get work done, too. We even talk occasionally.”

“Do you know what you want out of this?” he asks.

I flip my hair out of my face. “I want to keep working for him. I want to keep seeing him outside work. I want to be around him. Like I said—I like him.”

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