I half-expect Kieran to jump my bones the second we enter his house, but he doesn’t. Instead, he heads to the minibar to make me a drink.
“We could go out to the hot tub, if you want,” he offers as he pours the whiskey into a crystal glass—not the most complicated drink choice in the world, I suppose. “Since we’re still in the suits and all.”
The thought of going into a hot tub with Kieran is always going to be enticing, but I’m not sure it’s what I want at the moment. With our first and only full-on s****l encounter having been anything but vanilla, I think we’re due for something a little… simpler.
“Can we go to your room?” I ask him quietly.
It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking; his eyes give almost nothing away. He hesitates, but ultimately nods, handing me my drink and picking up
