Page 52 of My Irresistible Enemy

“Well, like, bake-capable.” I waved my hand in the air. “You know. Bake-worthy.”

“That sounds dirty somehow.”

I grinned. “It is me we’re talking about.”

“True,” Henry agreed. “To be honest, I kinda can’t believe youhaven’thooked up with him, even if you do hate him. I’m almost disappointed.”

I paused, wondering if I should tell him. Nolan hadn’t explicitly sworn me to secrecy or anything, but he had said it couldn’t happen again, which kind of implied it wasn’t something he wanted people to find out about.

Then again, since when did I care about what Nolan thought of me? He might be annoyingly hot and annoyingly good at getting me off, but he was alsoannoying, plain and simple.

He was probably back in his room right now, already looking up recipes for next week, being a total control freak like always. He’d probably want to strategize tonight, instead of taking the chance to relax.

Asshole.

My mind drifted for a moment, wondering what Nolan would wear tonight. The same formal uniform as always, looking like he wanted to talk to me about my 401k? Did he even own anything more casual than that?

It killed me that I still hadn’t seen him naked, when he’d seen all of me. Seen, touched, tasted. What would he think if I leaned in close to him tonight and whispered that I was stretched out and aching, still lubed up from my video. That I wanted him to take me out to the pier, shove me up against the railing, and—

“Aiden, you haven’t hooked up with him, have you?”

“I—what?” I blinked, my attention jumping back to my conversation with Henry. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to get so distracted.

“Oh God, you did hook up, didn’t you?” Henry said.

I sighed. I shouldn’t have, because he pounced immediately.

“I knew it. Iknewsomething was going on. Alright, tell me everything.”

“I didn’t—that is, I’m not—ugh.” I groaned. “I’m not sure I’m supposed to be talking about this.”

“Yeah, but when has that ever stopped you before?”

I rolled my eyes, even though Henry couldn’t see it. “Fine. But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Who would I even tell?”

“I don’t know, Blake?”

“Aiden, I’ve like, barely talked to Blake in the past month. Let alone seen him.”

“Really?” I blinked. The last time I’d checked, things had been going great between Henry and his boyfriend. “What hap—”

“No, no, no.” Henry cut me off. “No distracting from the topic at hand. We’re talking about your love life now, not mine. But I promise I won’t tell anyone, if that makes you feel better.”

“Good. I know you wouldn’t really. I just felt like I had to say that for, like, ethical reasons.”

“Since when do you care about ethics?”

I snorted. “I don’t. But I feel like Nolan would.”

“Okay, but since when do you care about Nolan?”

“Idon’t. I just…don’t want him mad at me.”

Henry was quiet for a moment, then started laughing.

“What?” I asked.

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