“Jesus, would you stop.” No wonder Dash could command top dollar with the most exclusive escort service in town. Thorne grabbed his phone and pulled up the number of Bavaria Haus, a nearby restaurant that made exquisite black forest cake.

His call was answered on the second ring. “Mr. Shipton, how may we help you?” Thorne recognized the voice. Niklas, the front-of-the-house manager.

“Good evening, Niklas.”

“It’s been too long. I hope you are well.”

“Very, thank you. Could you send two pieces of black forest cake and some Viennese coffee to my place?”

“For you, of course. Anything else?”

“Not tonight.”

“I’ll send Alex. He’ll be there in fifteen minutes. No more.”

Thorne recognized the name. Alex was one of the waitstaff who often worked the busy weekend nights. Niklas always sent one of the servers since they didn’t actually offer delivery. It was a perk for very special customers.

“You have my gratitude.”

“Enjoy your dessert.”

“I assure you, I will.” Thorne ended the call.

“Do you have a bakery on retainer?” Dash asked.

“Not exactly. I’m an excellent customer at Bavaria Haus. When I make special requests, they do their best to fill them.”

Dash shook his head. “In other words, they do whatever you say, just like most people.”

“That’s not—”

“Come on. Everyone does your bidding. That’s what you expect.”

Thorne would have been offended or at least pretended to be, but Dash looked like Thorne’s officious behavior turned him on. Did he get off on topping powerful men? If so, Thorne supposed it was no wonder Sheila had thought they were a match.

“It’s true. Most people do as I say.” You are an excellent example of an exception.

“So what are you working on?” Dash asked as he propped his naked ass on Thorne’s desk.

“A report. I told you that, and I’d like to get on with it while we wait for the cake.”

Dash ignored him, of course. “What kind of report? What do you do?”

“Aren’t you taught not to ask clients personal questions?”

Dash shrugged. “I figure we’ve been about as personal as two people can be.”

“Maybe I’d rather stay fairly anonymous.”

“I’m at your apartment.”

He was fucking relentless, but Thorne found himself smiling and fighting the urge to laugh.

“Ah, there you go. See? Relaxing a little doesn’t hurt.”

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Thorne said, having no intention of revealing anything else about his personal life, or lack thereof. “What do you do to relax other than fuck, or is that more work than relaxation?”

“That depends on the client.” Dash’s eyes twinkled as he looked Thorne over.

“Don’t even go there,” Thorne warned. “No more flattery.”

“It’s not flattery when it’s true.”

Thorne sighed.