My jaw dropped. I should’ve canceled right then and there.
But something in me—something reckless—wouldn’t let me.
Shade: Sorry, I didn’t mean to send that. That was supposed to stay in my head.
Nyx: Yeah okay. You knew exactly what you were doing. But it’s fine. I know how to be professional. You making me cum is the least of my worries.
Shade: Again.
Nyx: Excuse me?
Shade: Me making you cum again. Did you already forget about our moment in your living room?
Of course not.
Nyx: Oh, that.
I was trying hard to play it cool.
Shade: Lol! Do I need to refresh your memory?
Nyx: No thanks. I’m fine.
Nyx: Look, I’m only coming over there to talk about business. If you’re trying to be on some other shit, let’s just end this conversation now.
Shade: No worries. I’m on whatever you on. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.
Nyx: Good. So you’ll keep your hands to yourself?
Shade: Sure. If that’s what you want.
Nyx: Shade! I’m serious.
Shade: So am I.
I nibbled on my bottom lip.
Why was I even entertaining this? Ever since that damn dance, being alone with Shade had only brought trouble.
Focus, Nyx. He’s just a man. Not some kind of weakness you can’t fight.
I took a deep breath and typed before I could second-guess it.
Nyx: I’m on my way. Remember, strictly business.
Shade: Noted.
18
SHADE
I shouldn’t have been nervous, but I was.
“Mr. Shade,” My chef said as she stepped into the living room. “Dinner is almost ready.”
“Great. Thank you.”
Although having dinner hadn’t been discussed, I felt that it was necessary. I was pretty sure Nyx didn’t want to talk business on an empty stomach.
