Page 84 of Getting Down to Business

Chapter 17

“Sorry about that. You’re welcome to come to the wedding as Gray’s guest. Trent will have to find someone else trustworthy to watch his sister.” Tiffany smiled.

Alyssa could tell by Trent’s expression as they discussed his sister that it was serious, despite the joking around. The fact that Trent trusted Grayson with his little sister was a big deal. Trent knew Gray well enough to know if he was a good person or not. Donnie hadn’t had friends. Just her.

“Unless the two of you really aren’t together.” Tiffany was still talking.

“No it isn’t like that.”

“Then what is it?” Tiffany pushed.

“I’m not sure what you’d call it,” Alyssa said with an easy laugh as she tried to see the situation from the outside.

Living together, check.

Sex, check, and then some.

Making dinner together, check.

Walking to work together when it was convenient, check.

Eating lunch together, check.

Showering together, check.

Having friends over for dinner, check.

No wonder Tiffany was confused. Gray and she had all the elements of being in a relationship, but one: a future.

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“That was delicious,” Grayson praised her with a big smile as they came back to the table.

“You helped.”

“We make a great team,” he said. It was true. They worked together like a well-oiled machine. In bed and out.

They all chatted for another hour, drinking wine and laughing over old stories. Trent enjoyed dishing dirt on his friend and Alyssa enjoyed hearing it.

To her surprise, Grayson didn’t seem to mind. It was so comfortable.

When Tiffany and Trent finally left, an odd silence fell over them for a moment before they practically launched themselves at each other and ended up stumbling to her bedroom. The sex was quick and desperate, but satisfying all the same. Right on schedule, the guilt intruded in on the moment. She let out a breath and moved to get up.

Gray obviously wasn’t onboard with this plan, instead pulling her back down next to him.

“I didn’t get my allotted snuggle time.”

“There is no snuggle allotment in our agreement.”

“There is. The print is very, very small and written in invisible ink, but it’s there and totally legal.”

She laughed and gave in easily.

“What is happening with us?” she voiced her earlier confusion when talking with Tiffany.

“What do you want to happen with us?” he asked. She crossed her arms and gave him a look. She was the queen of answering a question with another question. It wouldn’t work on her. “Okay. Fine. I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t care what you want to call it, Liss. I’m not willing to give up the best relationship I’ve ever had with a woman just because Trent and Tiff can’t find a way to define it to their liking. We have a great time hanging out, so we are friends. We have amazing sex, so we are lovers. We share an apartment, so we are roommates. We work well together as co-workers. Take your pick. What does it matter to either of us to have a label? We’re not label people. We’re no bullshit people, remember?”

“Okay. You’re right.”