“Yes, you. Danika fucking Brown. A woman who does not need divine assistance finding someone to shag on a regular basis.” People should be lining up for her attention. He’d always imagined she lived like a fertility goddess: appear to a village of cowering mortals, choose the hottest one, crook a finger. Like that.
But for some reason, Zaf acknowledging her perfection—even slightly—made Dani uncomfortable for the first time all evening. She looked away, that teasing smile fading to something more serious, her fingers fiddling with the seam of his shirt. “Well,” she murmured, “that’s rather flattering. And I do know I’m wonderfully attractive.”
Now he wanted to laugh, or kiss her, or both. Of course she knew. And of course he loved that she knew.
“But I’m not the easiest person to get along with,” she continued. “And—”
“Aren’t you?”
She faltered. “Pardon?”
“Aren’t you? Easy to get along with?” Because he’d never had any trouble.
“No, Zaf, I’m not. And I don’t want to be. So relationships aren’t my thing, but sex definitely is my thing—”
Thank fuck for that, because if he had to let go of her arse anytime soon, he might actually cry.
“—and I think you can give it to me.
No strings attached.” No strings attached? Ha. Zaf had never had casual sex in his fucking life. His relationships so far had been made of strings, and they’d only ended due to incompatibility, not because he hadn’t wanted them to last. But Dani was in his blood, and this was the only way he could have her—the only way he should want her. And the only way she wanted him.
That thought shouldn’t hurt, so he didn’t let it.
“Zaf?” she whispered, her eyes searching his face. Waiting.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “No strings. I can do that.” I hope.
Her smile was pure sunshine. “Good. I do have some conditions, just to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Okay, but I can feel my actual pulse through my dick right now, so I don’t think I’m legally compos mentis.”
She grinned, leaned closer. Now her tits were pressed hard against his chest, and her mouth was brushing his ear, and he might be having a heart attack. “I’ll be clear, then. One: make me come. Two: don’t catch feelings. And three: don’t spend the night.”
Well, that was a fucking cold shower. Not that it made his dick relax or anything—at this point, a horse tranquilizer probably couldn’t do that—but it did punch a hole through the lies he’d told himself, laying the truth of his feelings bare. No matter how hard he rationalized this, Zaf was barreling headfirst into meaningless sex with a woman he’d accidentally started to adore. Which most people would consider, at best, bad.
And he still wasn’t sure that sex could be meaningless. Not for him, anyway. Did that make him a liar, or just a trier? Shit.
A question spilled out before he could think better of it. “Why are you so against relationships?”
He felt her cool and stiffen into iron. “They don’t agree with me.”
“I’m not trying to say you’re wrong,” he added quickly, squeezing her hip. “You know what you’re doing, Dan. And I respect your choices. I’m just . . . wondering.” I want to know the parts of you that aren’t on display. But only because he’d shown her a little of himself, earlier, sharing the details of his past. He wanted this friendship to be balanced. That was all.
Zain’s voice rang through his head, full of stifled laughter. Lying is haram, little brother.
Yeah, well.
Zaf’s words seemed to relax Dani, because she stopped giving him a death glare and shrugged, her lips pursed. “I’ve attempted romantic relationships before, and it never ends well. I don’t have the necessary qualities to make a ‘good girlfriend.’ ” She made air quotes around the words, rolling her eyes as if that would hide the vulnerable edge to her voice. “I’m too work-focused. I don’t say the right things, or remember romantic little anniversaries. I find excessive affection obnoxious and I don’t enjoy putting other people’s priorities before my career and my family. These facts