Page 61 of Gym Bros
“I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Oh, I get it. You’re just having fun on your birthday,” I say with a measure of relief. I even close my eyes, letting my guard down. This is only superficial. I should have known that. I’m not sure why I thought it was possibly more “meaningful”—maybe because he’s younger? But I do look good tonight, and I was flirting with him today—a little—maybe. Not on purpose, but certainly on the dance floor. Okay, maybe talking about my panties was a little flirty, but I only meant it as a joke. I didn’t think he’d be into it.
It’s fine if he is. He’s allowed to want whatever he wants, but it’s up to me whether I give it to him or not.
Being wanted is nothing new for me. Desire is practically my brand. I’m like a trophy fuck, and I do know how to separate sex from a working relationship. The problem here is—he’s Marcus’s son, and I’m not in the mood to deal with that layer of complication on top of everything else even if Samuel’s kisses promise a decent time.
“Look,” I say. “There are plenty of people here who I’m sure would gladly go home with you and show you a nice time.”
“I just said I wasn’t trying to take you home,” he reminds me, but I can hear the lie, and I call him on it.
“The way you’re looking at me says otherwise.”
“I can’t help that.”
“I really thought you were straight,” I say.
“I thought I was, too. But then I moved here. Met you.”
“Okay,” I say, squirming to get away from him. “I get it. I know what I look like, but remember that time I made you cry? You don’t actually want me.”
“I don’t really know you,” he says.
“Exactly.”
“But I liked dancing with you.”
I narrow my eyes. “So?”
“So I couldgetto know you.”
That sounds like aterribleidea. “No,” I say.
“No?”
I shake my head, meaning it. “No, we shouldn’t do that. Not likethat.”
“You didn’t like it?”
Fuck him, oh my God. Why is this even a question? Why didn’t I see this coming? “The kissing?” I ask, positive I look like a deer caught in headlights.
“Was it bad?”
“No,” I say weakly.
“Was it…good?”
I glare at him. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
“You told me I could.”
“I know that,” I snap. “I also told you I’m a little drunk.”
He shrugs. “So am I.”
“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second. With that body?”
