Page 26 of Bourbon Wishes
And I'm not entirely sure where he stands. Obviously, he's serious enough to sleep with me after holding that part of himself in reserve all his life. But…that doesn't mean he loves me. I'm not even convinced it means he likes me. Does he or am I just something he wants to conquer?
Bastian doesn’t break the rules. And I guess maybe that made me feel safe, like I could feel how I do without rocking the boat or risking anything because he’d never go for it. Now, he has.
My safe place is all out of order, and I don’t know what to think. I need rules, and order, and boundaries to put it back together again before I end up losing more than I can afford.
Like him.
"Relationships are so complicated," I groan.
"Yep." Haven grins at me, climbing to her feet. "But at least there's sex. That's probably worth the trade-off."
"Probably?" I quirk a brow at her.
"Maybe Bastian isn't the only one waiting for someone worth it," she mumbles, a blush climbing up her cheeks.
"You'll find him," I say, reaching across my desk to squeeze her hand.
She shoots me a grateful smile and then laughs softly. "Well, if he's out there, he needs to hurry. Watching everyone else fall in love is no fun, especially when you guys are having sex all over the property. See you at lunch?"
I jerk my chin in a nod, watching as she slips through the door into the hallway, and then I glance down at my desk, sighing. Is that what's happening here? I'm falling for Bastian?
Oh, who am I kidding? I think I was falling for him months ago. And that's what has me freaking out. I can't afford to fall any deeper, not when I don't even know what his endgame is here.
He feels like home to me. If I’m just fun to him, it’s going to destroy everything.
My phone pings with an incoming message.
Apparently, the devil really does know when you're thinking about him. The message is a video from Bastian of Trystan drumming on the steering wheel, singingSweet Child of Mineat the top of his lungs. He doesn't sound terrible. I mean, he doesn't sound great, but I've heard worse. Mostly when I'm in the shower, freestyling lyrics because I can't remember the real ones to save my life. But I'll die before I admit that out loud.
A text immediately follows the video.
Bastian: I would rather be waterboarded than listen to him sing the entire way home.
I read it, smiling. I bet he's scowling right now. Ugh. Why is that damn scowl so sexy to me?
Me: Aww, poor baby. Do your little ears hurt?
Bastian: That's two.
Me: What? No, it isn't.
Bastian: It is. One more and you'll be bent over my desk, choking on your panties.
Me: We are NOT having sex at work, Bastian Grayson.
Bastian: We'll see.
Me: BASTIAN!
Bastian: Damn. Even over text, you make my cock hard when you're shouting my name.
Oh my god. He is such a…
Me: Working for the literal devil would be preferable to dealing with you, do you know that?
Bastian: If this is you asking me to roleplay, I have terms.
"What the hell?" I mutter.
