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“Oh, so it’s your kink? That’s interesting.”
“No. God.” David put the steaks on a broiler pan and got the oven ready. “Like I said, we were just fooling around. There wasn’t any kinky shit going on, unless you consider massages to be kinky—”
“She gave you a massage?”
“Yes.”
“Wait. Like a regular massage, or a lingam massage?”
“Lingam massage,” David answered, surprised. “You know about those?”
“Of course.” Evan’s eyes narrowed as he said pointedly, “I’ve had them and given them … and lingam massages are all about fostering intimacy. Not casual fuckery.”
Instead of responding to that, David went to the fridge to get the makings for a salad, along with a beer for himself, which he immediately began pouring into a glass.
“Which sort of further blows your ‘casual’ claims all to hell, don’t you think?” Evan continued. “Not that they were believable, anyway, especially after you bought a thousand dollar mattress for her. Not to mention whatever all your new bedding set you back.”
“It wasn’t a thousand dollars,” David protested, taking a long drink of his Driving Miss Hazy Ale. “And all the bedding was on sale.”
“Whatever,” Evan dismissed, then shifted the conversation slightly. “So, you got a lingam massage while cuffed to the bed, which sounds very nice, by the way—”
“It was very nice, actually.”
“—and then there was a ‘misunderstanding’ of some sort—to remain a secret—followed by my having to free your ass. So what happened after that?”
David gave him a brief rundown as he prepared the salad, ending with, “If I’d just waited before calling you, she would’ve un-cuffed me herself when she got back, and you wouldn’t have blackmail material to hold over my head for the rest of my life. But I didn’t, so you do, and that’s the story.”
“Then you had sex.”
“Yes.”
Evan got up to get another beer and grab a couple of cherry tomatoes out of the salad bowl. “Well it’s not as salacious as I thought it would be, but you did get a happy ending out of it, so …”
“So, we’re done?” David asked, turning away as he put the steaks in the oven.
“Not yet. I want to talk about the fact that you like this Cat Lady,” Evan said, waiting until David was facing forward again and then adding, “You really like her.”
“I do,” David confirmed quietly, and admitting it out loud felt surprisingly good. “I like her a lot.”
“So, why do you keep insisting it’s casual with her?”
“Because it is. For her, it is. She’s not interested in anything serious right now.”
“Are you?”
“With her? Yes.”
“Well, you’re just going to have to change her mind, then.”
“I’m working on it.”
“Luckily, you shouldn’t have to work very hard, considering you’re a bit of a catch.”
“Jesus, Dick.”
“What? You are. One, you run a successful business. Two, you’re a decent guy, for the most part. Three, you’re good looking—and that’s not an empty compliment. I saw the goods the other night, so my opinion is based on fact.”
David ignored the ‘for the most part’ portion of Evan’s speech, as well as his reference to seeing the ‘goods’. “But I’m also a single dad.”
