“This. Me and you. Me having you tonight and showing up at the club tomorrow night. I’ve taken my time, I’ve watched, but I haven’t played. That’s about to change. So, is this going to be a problem? If it is, then it’s a no-go for me. I can give you private but tomorrow I get a taste for it, it’ll be you seeing me fuck someone who is not you. If that’s an issue for you, say it now and we get on track to discuss the party I need you to plan and forget this conversation happened.”

All of that was a crock of fucking shit. There was zero chance I was fucking anyone from the club privately or publicly—period, full stop. There was zero chance I would fuck Sloane and the next day disrespect her and fuck someone else. And there was zero fucking chance after spending a night with Sloane I’d be capable of looking at another woman. But I had a point to make. More than that, I needed her to back down. I needed to push her until she broke from this character she was playing and could get to the truth.

“I don’t play at the club because I work there. But just because you won’t get the pleasure of watching someone else fuck me doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy watching you. So no worries there.” After that bag of lies she told, she swallowed hard and continued to bullshit her way through. “The real question is, will it be a problem for you?”

Hell to the motherfucking yes it was going to be a problem for me.

All of it.

Every damn second with Sloane was going to be a problem.

Especially if she didn’t drop this act.

I did my best to smile. I had no idea if I pulled it off when what I wanted to do was throw the woman over my shoulder, lock her in a safehouse, and demand she drop the bullshit and tell me the truth.

“No, baby, it won’t be a problem for me having you watch me knowing you’ll do it wishing like fuck it was you taking my cock.”

I’d barely swallowed the bile that pronouncement produced when our waitress stopped at the table. My stomach was still roiling when I handed over my credit card.

And the drive to Sloane’s house? I spent that convincing myself if she pushed it I could have sex with her and not hate myself.

6

What was the saying?

Fuck around and find out.

Well, I’d fucked around and put my stupid plan into action and now I was going to find out if I could follow through.

Having sex with Adam would not be a hardship if I wasn’t lying. Having sex with Adam would be a wild fantasy come to life if he didn’t like what he liked. But he’d been clear he had no problem taking me to bed tonight and then having me watch him take another woman tomorrow. That wasn’t a wild fantasy, that was hurtful and degrading. That was something in my real life I would never, ever stand for. Not for a millisecond. In my real life, if a man even hinted that he’d get off on something like that I might be compelled to smack him before I walked away.