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She gives me an exasperated sigh. “If you even start negotiating with Maya, she’ll call the office at some point. There’s every chance I’ll answer. Then what will you say?”
Kiera has a point—one I should have considered sooner. Either I have to tell Maya and her associates that I hired my girlfriend or that I’m dating my assistant. Was I really too distracted by my lust to get Kiera into bed that I didn’t see the obvious?
I grimace. “Fair point. We should keep the timeline as close to the truth as possible. Forget the gas station. For consistency, let’s say we started dating shortly after you hired on. Naturally, we both agreed to leave the office in the office and our relationship at home. We’ve only been together a couple of weeks, but so far so good.”
“That works. Since it’s new, when we ‘break up’ at the reception and I go home with another guy for ‘graduation,’ no one will be incredibly shocked.”
“Right,” I say dully. I hate everything about that plan, but I’m the one who made it up. I have no one to blame but myself. And who knows? Maybe I’ll be ready to let her go by then. “What else?”
“What was I wearing when we met?”
This I remember vividly. “A pink dress with some tone-on-tone piping, a black belt, and black slingbacks.”
She rears back. “You actually remember?”
“Yes.”
A surprised smile creeps across her lips. “Good. People will ask.”
“What you were wearing matters?”
“No. The fact you remember does. If we’re a serious couple, people—especially women—will expect you to know.
“All right. If we’re a couple, people will expect us to know at least some of our other habits and quirks. Let’s do this rapid-fire style. Early bird or night owl? Middle name? Likes and dislikes? Favorite movie?”
“I’m a night owl at heart. My middle name is Elizabeth. I like cats, hate asparagus, and I adore anything with a good plot, whether it’s books or movies. Your turn.”
“Wait, you don’t like asparagus? Why?”
“It freaks me out.”
I laugh. “What the hell?Raisinsfreak people out.”
“No, raisins are good in cookies. Your turn.”
“I’m an early bird, middle name Henry. I’m a dog person. I hate people who waste my time, and I rarely watch anything except football.”
She rolls her eyes. “We’re total opposites. I didn’t realize how much.”
Kiera is right; we couldn’t be more different. I’m enjoying this brief getting-to-know-you moment we’re having. It makes me curious to learn even more.
“What’s your love language? I mean, if we’ve been together any amount of time, we should know each other’s way of saying ‘I love you.’”
Kiera raises a brow. “We’ve said ‘I love you’ already? Wow, that was fast.”
I laugh. “You know what I mean.”
“My love language, huh? I’ve never thought about it.”
“Ever? Even when you dated other guys?”
“If I had a love language, by the time I knew whoever I was dating well enough to roll it out, he was long gone, especially if I wasn’t sleeping with him.”
Our love lives have both been revolving doors, but mine is by choice. Hers is seemingly beyond her control. That’s what sent her to me so she could learn how to fuck without emotion.
Is she succeeding?
“Best guess,” I prod her. “How do you think you’d tell someone you love them without saying the words?”
