Chapter 95

Cole was kind of waiting for him to disclose the shocker that he was more than a little bit kinky. It was something she had already noticed with two eyes and a clue, along with the memory of sore nipples.

“I’m afraid,” he said, “that I must insist upon a certain logistical inequality.”

Cole had been indulging in an exciting little fantasy involving handcuffs, a peacock feather, and one of those jeweled butt plugs she had seen on the Internet. She stopped. “You what?”

“I’m a very busy man. And my schedule is both restrictive and inflexible. It’s not something I can change, and I’m afraid—selfish as it may be—I don’t want to be troubled by any disappointment or frustration that may cause you.”

“You mean, when you want me, you expect me to be available and you don’t want to have to worry about my feelings?”

He had the grace to look embarrassed. “I…yes.”

Cole thought about it. On the surface, it sounded pretty unappealing,