Page 75 of Promiscuous Lies

“It’s okay; my boss is more focused on his receding hairline than what I’m up to. As long as I make him money, he doesn’t seem to care.”

He comes to a stop in front of me with a smirk. “Those are fighting words,Mostriciattola.”

There’s that name again. I need to remember to google it later so I can find out what it means.

“Dutton!” Bentley screams as he runs down the hall. “Are we seeing Mr. Dawson today? Because you promised yesterday.”

“Hey, Bentley. We sure are. Are you ready?”

I laugh when I notice Bentley’s shirt is backward. “One second,” I say as I take off his shirt and put it on the right way. “He had mud all over him from school, so he had to have a bath. Let me get my handbag. Are you sure your father doesn’t mind if we visit him?”

“He’s looking forward to it. And he even rented a jump house for Bentley,” Dutton calls out.

I freeze as I grab my handbag, not sure I heard him correctly.

“Rented?” I ask, walking back into the entryway

Dutton shrugs as he says, “Well, they offered it to him for free.”

“Whoa, he gets things like that for free?” Bentley asks with wide eyes.

I roll my eyes as I usher them both out the door to lock it up. Bentley skips toward the car, and Dutton leans in close to me, making sure not to touch me. I appreciate that he respects my boundaries around Bentley, especially consideringwe haven’t yet had a proper discussion about whatever the fuck is happening between us.

“I appreciate the photo you sent me today,” he purrs in my ear, and warmth floods my pussy. “I was in the middle of a meeting and couldn’t stand up to offer the rest of my presentation because of how fucking hard I was.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “You asked for it.”

“When did you become so obedient?”

“When did you become so charming?” I shoot back with an arched eyebrow.

“It’s always been one of my redeeming qualities.”

I scoff and stop short as I notice the car seat in the back of Dutton’s car. “Did you buy him a seat for your car?”

He shrugs. “It seemed inefficient moving yours between cars. Don’t worry, I got the top of the line.” He opens the back door for Bentley. “At least that’s what the lady said.”

I stare at him, not sure what to think. This man is becoming more and more considerate, and I reflect on how alien he is now compared to the brutal, commanding man I first met. Now he’s buying car seats and installing them in his car when we’re not even… what? Dating? A thing?

He turns and looks at me. “What? Do I have blood on my shirt again?” he asks, deadly serious.

I gape at him. Nope, still a psycho. “Do you do that stuff in broad daylight?” I whisper as I get into the car.

He leans in and whispers so only I can hear, “The best activities aren’t exclusive to the night, Posie.”

I’m out of my fucking mind with this man.

When we’re all in the car, I’m not sure I want to ask him what he did for the day.

But Bentley says in a sing-song voice, “What did you get up to today, Dutton?”

Dutton glances in the rearview mirror, smirking as I give him a warning glare.

“Just did some boring work. I had to let someone go because he wasn’t doing the things I asked him to do.”

“Oh,” Bentley replies thoughtfully. “Did you ask him nicely?”

“Very nicely,” Dutton says, and I clear my throat.

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