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the idea of monogamy.

I explain about Bailey, starting at the moment in my suite when she caught my attention with yeah… first her body, then her intellect… all the way to when she ambushed me in my office, demanding her job back.

“And so you hired her back?” August asks. He’s so intrigued he’s leaning forward, listening in rapt attention.

“Technically, I never got around to putting in the termination paperwork, but yeah… she’s still my assistant.”

“And you two… are back to being professional again?” he guesses.

“Yup,” I clip out.

August tips his head back and laughs, a deep booming sound. When he gives me his regard again, he chuckles. “I see what’s going on. You don’t want to just be professional. You want more with her, and you don’t know how to go about having it.”

“I don’t want a goddamn relationship,” I growl, annoyed at his keen observations. “I just want to fuck her again. Preferably at the club, so there’s no mistaking this is anything more than sex.”

“So tell her that,” he says with a shrug.

Is it just that simple?

But doesn’t it go against everything I stand for, and, more importantly, contradict the firm line I laid down between us? What kind of respect would she have for me as an employer if I go back on that?

Instead, I offer up an excuse for why that might not be the best idea. “In most businesses, me telling her that I want to fuck her in a sex club would be a solid foundation for a sexual harassment lawsuit.”

August’s expression turns somber, and he nods. “That’s a consideration, for sure. But I guess it really depends on whether she wants the same thing. If she does, then she’s not going to be offended by you suggesting it.”

“And therein lies the problem,” I mutter. “How does she feel about it?”

“I feel the need to point out,” August continues, holding his beer up to take a sip but wanting to make the point first. “You could totally just lay it out to her and ask her how she feels. People have conversations all the time.”

I roll my eyes, which is not something the heir to a multi-billion-dollar fortune does often. But August isn’t wrong. It’s the easiest way to determine what Bailey wants.

CHAPTER 12

Bailey

Stepping out of my parents’ house, I consider my next move. It’s either to the grocery store, as I have nothing at home to eat but cereal, and I’ve eaten that for the past three days. Or I can order takeout using GrubHub, which is a luxury I couldn’t have afforded before my promotion in the Blackwood corporation.

But I deserve it. I work hard for the money I’m making, I rarely eat good food consistently, and it’s not like I’m considering ordering a burger or pizza. No… I’d go with a salad or maybe a turkey wrap. It’s way more convenient than going to a grocery store, where I’m more apt to get lured down the snack section where I’d load up on Little Debbie cakes.

I trudge to my car and add onto my list of things to do tonight, after I eat a healthy but satisfying meal, to take a hot bath. One of the downsides of my job is the aching shoulders caused by the stress and tension I bear each day. Of course, that has nothing to do with the actual work I do for Declan and the Blackwood Resort. I find my job to be enjoyably challenging.

No, the stress comes from the incredible amount of tension between my boss and me, due solely to the fact we were idiots who indulged in each other. While I can’t speak for Declan, after experiencing something as thrilling as our night at The Wicked Horse, the rest of my life seems dull and lacking.

What does that even mean?

Well, it obviously means I want the experience again, but I can’t have it. Some would say it was the thrill of being in a sex club I enjoyed. That I should go back and do it with someone different.

But I don’t think that’s it.

I think Declan made the experience so monumental. If we were crammed into a janitorial closet with only five minutes to get the deed done, I have a sneaking suspicion it would be just as good.

It’s the man I want to try again, not the locale.

Growling, I fling my body into my car. I have to stop thinking like that, but damn if Declan doesn’t make it impossible when