“What about that Jay guy?” “Maybe he counted at first. “I don’t think I’ve had any real friends since I became famous.” Brix’s tone changes and becomes more guarded. We’re friends by proximity.” “You know how to make a guy feel special.” I sigh. The only time you get to escape is on your day off. “Maybe it’s because I’m with you twenty-four hours a day. It’s not like I see them outside of them working for me.” “So why is it different with me?” “Blowjob. “Why don’t you have any friends? I thought you Hollywood types all had huge entourages.” “Oh, I have an entourage, but I pay them to be with me, so it feels weird to call them friends. You should be a life coach instead of a professional badass.” Brix side-eyes me.
I guess that makes us friends.” “Oh, so that’s what I’ve been doing wrong all these years. I kind of feel like … we’re friends.” “Well, you did blow me. As sad as this may sound, you’re not just my bodyguard. “At least we can joke about it already,” he mumbles. “Hey, what rhymes with fired ?” His gaze flicks my direction, and I grin. I won’t mess that up for you.” “Thank you.” I pretend to write something down. This … this was crossing basic lines that no employer and employee should ever cross.” “You shouldn’t quit. “You want to quit? Over a mishap?” “Tackling you on my first day was a mishap. “Huh?” “Are you really okay with what happened, or do you want me to call Trav and tell him I can’t work for you anymore?” I frown.
It would be, like, blasphemous to the gods of gay sex. Because something that explosive can’t be forgotten.
Maybe I can convince my brain that last night was a wicked fantasy instead of a memory, and I can use it for when I’m alone with my hand. It’s better to end it now before I catch those dreaded feelings. So, yeah, pretending it didn’t happen is what’s best. I’ve done the forbidden relationship thing before. I knew the minute he shut down that I had to make a clean break. Last night was a mistake, and we shouldn’t have done it. “I can’t tell if you’re being passive aggressive or mocking.” Neither can I, if I’m being honest. It’s not exact but close enough.” I scribble that down. “What’s a word that rhymes with regret?” I ask on the way home.
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