On Davis Row

by N.R. Walker

Anyway, if for whatever reason you decide I’m too sexy or too good in bed and you think you’d rather part ways, then our work agreement⁠—getting you qualified and licenced⁠—that doesn’t change.

He talked about wanting to kiss me, about being physical, about things moving between us to a personal level. And despite everything I’d ever told myself about avoiding that kind of complication, I wanted it with him. I was risking so much, so I needed to know if he was being real with me.

He stared at me and gave me a slow smile. “We’re not that different, you and me.”