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She laughed at the hint. “You’re done with common deeds done dirt cheap?”
He laughed at that. “No, I just want to continue them where we’re comfortable.”
“Youuuu sure you wanna do that?”
“Do what?” he wondered, his eyes sparking with a hungry curiosity that rode her skin.
“You know,” she whispered. “Get behind closed doors after you’ve been in my intoxicating presence all day?”
She giggled at how he laughed, loving that she was free to joke with him while knowing she was playing with that fire she craved to be burned by. “Are you sureyou’reready? I see how you look at me.”
She let her jaw drop. “Mr. King,” she gasped. “I am a respectable woman who doesnotogle her bossnorhis fine ass no matter how much he flaunts it!”
“When we play this charades game of yours, I’ll show you what flaunt is.”
She snickered out a laugh. “You clearly do not know what Charades is if you’re going to do that.” A scandalous idea hit her right in her vagina. “If you want to flaunt, we’d need to play something like spin the bottle.”
His brow quirked. “Do I want to know? Stupid question, yes I want to know.”
God he was funny. “It’s like that thing I did in the dressing room at the store, only in reverse. And…I’m not the only one doing the parading.”
His brows strained with ponderings, making her grin. “You will have to elaborate.”
“We spin a bottle and whoever it points to has to remove a piece of clothing—hence in reverse of the dressing room scenario.”
“You…want to play this game?” he wondered, his expression making her panic.
“I was teasing!”
“Ah,” he said, nodding at his window. “You are good at that.”
When he didn’t say more, she chewed her lower lip, searching for a way to approach the pleasure topic. She decided to go the business angle. “So, about your…lessons in pleasure.” She kept him in her peripheral, unable to do a direct eye contact for it. “We were interrupted and I wanted to let you know the offer still stands. Of course only if you want to. And I also wanted to let you know,” she hurried before he could answer, “that I’ve thought about your suggestion about us being…pleasurefriendsand realized you were right, it’s not the same. Exactly. And if you would like to pursue that tactic to gain whatever information you need, then…I’m willing.”
After a moment of silence, she glanced at him, finding him staring at her with an odd expression. Seemed like surprise but was it a good surprise or bad?
“You can obviously change your mind.”
“I have,” he said quietly, his words punching her in the chest.
She took a moment to process, remembering her position as an assistant first. “Alright,” she said, lightly. “It’s on the table if you need it. So, you’ve found other means?” she asked, forcing a sunny tone.
“No,” he said, his answer loosening half the knots in her stomach. “I just…decided I don’t think it’s right.”
She shrugged it off. “Well, at least you’re figuring something out. It’s a start,” she encouraged. “None of this…emotional business is very easy. I can admit that much. And I would know, I deliberately avoid it. As have you. Which is smart for both of us, really. Did you still want me to attend those wife classes to gather data?”
She regarded him, finding his face to the window, index finger stroking over his chin. “No,” he said quietly. “Why did you change your mind? About the pleasure friendship?”
Her insides quivered as she gave a shrug. “As I’ve said, I want to help you and realized you were right, it’s not the same as sex,” she explained as casually as she could. “It’s just pleasure and…maybe I realize I can stand a little of that in my life, so, why not? You’re my friend and you need help, so…job aside, that’s what friends do.”
Ten seconds of silent torture ended with his, “I actually wanted to renegotiate that.”
The dread in the pit of her stomach did not appreciate the sudden dump of excitement. “Okay,” she said, her calm tone a shock to her own ears.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and she looked away, not wanting to be nosy. A minute later, he spoke quietly in another language on the phone.
He hung up and she waited, not feeling right about prying since he’d used a whole other language. Maybe he always spoke to the other Kings that way. Didn’t have to mean secrecy.
“Would you mind very much if Ace and Sophie dined with us before our evening of commoners festivities?”
