“Well, this is awkward.” Ryker leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table to clasp his hands over his plate. “I had hoped that new minx of a girlfriend you’ve been shacked up with helped you sort this out, but I’ll try my best. When a man and a woman like each other, the man inserts his pe—”
“Stop.” Slade shook his head. “You’re such a dick.”
I kind of agreed with Ryker’s friend. I also wanted to know the answer to Slade’s question.
Ryker grinned, flashing his teeth. “You asked.”
“That’s not what I asked, and you know it. What does this relationship mean? Do you still plan to compete? What’s changed?”
Ryker leaned back and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Nothing has changed. Sloane and I will still compete for the throne. I know my dick is magical, but I doubt it will deter her from her goal, nor will she knock me from my path. And when I win—”
“When I win,” I interrupted him. “Ryker will already have experience getting on his knees for me.”
Ryker laughed, really laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
Maybe I didn’t know exactly what was happening between me and Ryker, or what would happen to us in the future, but that was okay. We could figure it out as we went. As long as he wasn’t a sore loser when I won, everything would be fine.