Page 43 of Getting Down to Business

I want to have sex with Gray. Give me permission.

Gray leaned against the doorframe silently during the minute it took Kenley to respond:

You’re an adult. You don’t need my permission.

You seemed to think it was a bad idea. I’m not sure it would be a problem, Liss shot back.

The important thing is that you’re honest with each other. So no one has unrealistic expectations.

Good advice. Thanks.Alyssa could work with this.

“Maybe you should just be honest with her and see what she says. She might be feeling the same way about how you walk around without a shirt.”

“Honesty, huh? Okay. I’ll give that a try. Thanks.” He backed out of her room and shut the door, leaving her sitting there with a confused look on her face. Should she have specified that he should be honest right that minute?

Before she had time to think about it too long, there was another knock at the door.

“Yeah?” she said, trying to hide her anticipation.

“Hey,” he said as he walked into her room, now wearing jeans and no shirt. Good play.

“Hey.” She couldn’t help but smile at his change in demeanor. “What’s up?”

“Funny you should ask. I’m up, and I have been up all night. I want you. Bad. What would you say to adding some fun to our friendship? No strings, just fun.” He even wiggled his eyebrows for dramatic effect as he laid on the smarm.

She needed to make him work a little.

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

His expression was priceless. His mouth was actually hanging open. She couldn’t hold it in; she burst out laughing and he pounced on her, playfully holding her down and rubbing all over her with his bare chest.

“As long as you understand this is just about physical pleasure. No emotions.”

“I understand. Maybe we should have shook on that instead of trying to ignore our base instincts. I might be new to this whole not-getting-emotionally-attached thing, but I have to say, it seems like you’re doing it wrong.”

“This is what happens when you take sex advice from someone who was a virgin a year ago.”

“Are we doing this or chatting? I’m dying here. I’m going to walk around in nothing but a towel tomorrow,” he threatened, making her laugh.

“Okay, okay.” She started taking her clothes off, but he stopped her.

“What are you doing? You know I like to do that part,” he scolded.

“Sorry.”

“That’s one of the benefits of having sex with the same person. They know what you like,” he explained.

“Yes, Grayson,” she said, using his name because she knew he liked it.

“See? That’s hot.” He smiled down at her as he pulled her shorts off. “So tell me what you like.”

And just like that, this new plan was suddenly uncomfortable. She didn’t want him knowing things about her. Personal things. She’d already shared more with him than anyone else. Granted they couldn’t get much more personal than having sex, living together, and working together, but this was different.

It was the real her. She didn’t share the real her with anyone. Not anymore.

“I like getting to point B.”

“Right, but maybe you could expand on something to aid in that venture.”