He hums. “Word is he’s an excellent lover.”
“I have no complaints.” I eye him. “So, does he have friends at the club? He didn’t seem like he would. He seemed very standoffish.”
I’d googled him last night when I got home, but other than an article in a financial magazine that had hailed him as an innovative property developer, there wasn’t any other information. You’d have thought that the journalist would have asked where he lived, what was his favourite food, or even hisfavoured sleeping position, but no. It was just a breathless litany of how many buildings he owns.
Julian holds a hand up, looking alarmed. “Oh no. No, no,no.”
I stare at him. “Are you alright? Do you need assistance in some way?”
“You can’t be interested in him.”
I blink. “Can’t I?”
“Absolutely not.” He stands up and starts to pace. “This is a business, Wes. It’s not a matchmaking club where you meet the love of your life.”
“I never saidthat,” I start to protest.
“I told you we didn’t do feelings,” he speaks over me. “It’s a business transaction.”
“I just asked about him,” I say mildly. “It’s natural to be curious.”
“It’s the questions you asked. It’s acceptable to want to know how much he’s worth in case he wants a contract with you, but you wanted to know personal stuff.”
“But that’s always where it gets interesting.”
His face is serious. “You have to be exceptionally cold about this. Enjoy the sex by all means, but nothing else.”
I take a breath and then confess, “I kissed him.”
“So?”
I hesitate. “Well, he seemed a bit startled, and I wondered if we were supposed to do that? I lost track and couldn’t remember what you said.”
“You can kiss whoever you want. I’m not the mouth police. Kiss him, sleep with him for all I care. Just make sure that you don’teverfall in love with him.” He shakes his head. “We covered this.”
“It might have got lost if you mentioned it after the waxing. My pain receptors made the real world seem very dim for a while.”
“Well, pay attention now, then.”
I wave a hand. “Relax. I was just curious. You know how nosy I am.”
He studies me for a long moment and then relaxes. “That’s true. You do have very poor impulse control. I should have remembered that.”
“Hey,” I say crossly, but he carries on talking.
“Anyway, it won’t be a problem. Cormac doesn’t do seconds. He never goes back for more. He’s one and then completely and utterly done.”
My gaze strays to the bedside table where his business card leans against the lamp. “That can’t be true.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “Well, he wants to see me at a hotel next time.”
Julian collapses back into his chair.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Did someone take your batteries out?”
“Cormac wants to meet you at a hotel?”
