Fucking hell if that didn’t turn Thorne on. How did Dash manage it? “If I hadn’t just come twice, I’d be hard again after that.”

“Ooh. Let me know when you’re ready for another round, and I’ll describe a full seven-course meal.”

Thorne closed his eyes and imagined Dash’s smooth voice telling him all about exotic delights. “I might jump you before you finished.”

Dash smiled. “Speaking of going another round, I did win our little wager.”

“I helped you win, so I’m not sure that counts.”

“If a client tells you how to seal a deal, does that contract still count?”

Thorne hated Dash being right. “Fine. You win.”

“Trust me, my winning is you winning. Next week we follow my plan.”

Thorne didn’t like how self-satisfied he looked. “Just what is that plan?”

“I have no intention of spoiling the surprise.”

Thorne glared at him. “I hate surprises.”

“You’re not thinking of reneging, are you?”

“No, I am not.”

“You’ll love it.” Dash shifted off Thorne. “Should I go now?”

Thorne pondered the question. “I should work, but I don’t want to.”

“Do you always do what you’re supposed to?”

“Yes. Well, most of the time. This evening would be an example of not doing as I should.”

“Hiring me?”

“Yes. But you are a want not a should.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to find out you were being required to pay for a fuck every Friday night.”

Thorne laughed. “I wonder who exactly would be giving these orders?”

Dash tilted his head like he was thinking hard. “I’m not sure, but I bet we could create a very hot role play around it.”

Thorne considered the idea.

“You look intrigued.”

“Maybe.”

Dash’s grin was positively filthy. “I’ll file that away. You want to share anything specific?”

Thorne shook his head. “Not now. I should shower and get back to work.”

Instead of moving out of his way, Dash sat back down, straddling Thorne’s lap. “What if you didn’t work tonight?”

“Look, I—” For once, just do what you want. Let him stay. “What would you propose if I said you could stay?”

“More cupcakes and then more of me.”

Thorne considered the offer. “Have you had dinner?”

“Wait, you haven’t?” Dash looked horrified.

“I’d only been home from the airport for about twenty minutes before you arrived.”

“Then you must be starving, even after the cupcakes.”

“I am rather hungry,” Thorne said. “I’m assuming from your continued needling about my lack of a life that you’re free for the rest of the night.”

Dash nodded. “I am.”

“Then let’s go get something to eat.”

“I like this plan. How late is the Austrian place open?”