“It’s part of our story. No forgetting it.”
“Our story? Heh, it’s been interesting so far.”
Adam reached over and cupped Ben’s cheek. “I understand what you were saying this morning. About not being my boyfriend and all. But until you say you want to end this, you’re it for me. I won’t be involved with anyone else. I’d like it if you didn’t see anyone else either.”
Ben started laughing, which confused Adam and had him withdrawing his hand.
“What?” Adam asked.
Ben laughed even harder. “I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours talking about my crush on you and all the fantasies I’ve had, and you think I’m just gonna pop out on a date with some other guy?”
“Well, I wanted to be sure. You said you weren’t going to be my boyfriend.”
“No, I said I wasn’t automatically your boyfriend simply because we fucked.” Ben brushed more cat hair off Adam. “But if you want to be my billionaire boy-toy, I’m all for it.”
“That’s a very specific label,” Adam said.
“It is. You interested in the job?”
“The job?” Adam said, smiling.
“Yeah. Because I’m going to be the boss.”
“Are you?”
“Oh yes.” Ben stood up and went into the kitchen. “Grab the pizza. I’m gonna put more food out for Latte and then we can head back for your interview.”
Adam did as instructed, stopping to watch Ben feed the cat, who ran over and rubbed against his leg. “Shouldn’t the interview happen before you offer the job?”
“How about you don’t overanalyze my verbal foreplay?” Ben said, walking behind him and slapping his ass. “Or I will leave you tied to that bed.”
Adam followed Ben out the door, unable to stop grinning as they made their way back to Ben’s car.