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“Yes… I mean, I know I can’t tell you no, but I don’t want anyone else to be in your bed.”
She looked at me and gave me that saucy smile. “Aren’t you late for something important? Two million dollars important. Fate and fortune awaits.”
Yes, I knew the damn two million awaited, but that teenaged boy came out in me again, and he focused on selfish desires. He wanted the girl.
“Taylor, don’t drive me crazy.”
“We’re no strings attached, Dylan. In fact, we aren’t even that. You haven’t said any different. I could just be this week’s woman.”
“I’ve been with you for ten days.”
“Then I’m the ten-day woman. That’s not much. It could be like we never happened.”
She gave me a one-shoulder sassy shrug and moved to go, but I caught her arm just like she knew I would.
“Woman, I swear you are the devil and the death of me,” I growled, and she smiled, placing a kiss on my chin. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know.” She giggled.
“What do I have to do to reserve my spot in your bed?”
She laughed. “That’s for you to decide.”
“How about this? We’re no strings attached exclusive until I go.”
Her eyes sparkled at the idea. “No strings attached exclusive? I’ve never heard of that before.”
“It’s a thing. It means exactly what it says. No strings attached but exclusive to each other for a time.” That would be a little over six weeks.
“Okay. I like that. Spot reserved. What about me? I really wouldn’t like a repeat of the last guy I decided to be exclusive with. Do I need to check ahead before I go to your place? Would give you time to get any women out of your bed before I get there.” She winked.
I looked at her and knew she was playing it cool, but what she’d just said wasn’t her. I hadn’t known her long and didn’t have to know her for any length of time to know that she would not have been okay with that. The whole aspect of her calling ahead because I might have a woman in my bed would be really bad, and she didn’t deserve to be with anyone who could treat her like that.
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” I answered, and that same sparkle flickered in her eyes. “I’m all yours.”
God, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, to be honest. This was an idea that shouldn’t be, but I wanted it. I wanted to keep seeing her. A little longer wouldn’t hurt me. I hoped it wouldn’t. I really hoped it wouldn’t.
She smiled and gave me another kiss. “I’m all yours too. No strings attached exclusive for the rest of the time you’re with me.”
Good… That was good to hear. I just wished that when she said that, my heart didn’t long for more.
* * *
Two-million-dollar contract signed….
Perfect. It was all perfect, and Dad was over the moon happy. I’d never seen the man look so happy, so happy we went out for a late lunch together after the meeting with Peter.
We ate and talked about all sorts of things, the way he used to with Tommy. Dad and I had never done this. It wasn’t a thing we did because in my younger days, we didn’t have anything in common.
Today, we talked for at least three hours, and he only had to go because he had a meeting with another client whom Peter had referred him to.
It was all really taking off for us. I was happy, but I felt like a complete asshole the whole time we spoke because I hadn’t just slept with a client this time; I’d agreed to this no-strings-attached exclusive relationship with her.
No strings attached exclusive for the next six weeks. I was walking a dangerous line.
Guilt plagued my mind, but so did wanting Taylor.
By nightfall, I decided I was due a game of basketball with Parker, my best friend. We’d known each other since high school. He’d played pro for the NBA for eight years, then became a high school basketball coach. On Wednesdays, he ran a club for his teammates who wanted extra training. We shot some hoops after the club and had a full hour of one-on-one play.
