Page 9 of Blurred Boundaries

I can delay graduation for a year just to tap that arse.

There will be no arse taping.

If you say so. Anyway, what’s your favourite coffee?

Why do you want to know?

Favourite coffee seem like the sort of thing a “friend” should know.

I like a good Frappuccino.

You love sweet things, can I interest you in my dick? It’s the sweetest.

Goodnight Taj.

Dream of me muffin

“Good morning,” I greet Mike as he steps out of his apartment.

He’s looking spectacular in his black tailored trousers, deep blue shirt, and a fitted black vest that makes him look like he walked out of a completely different world than mine.

His steps falter the moment he sees me and his eyes widen. “W-why are you here?”

I smile, and lift the clear cup in my hand. “Bringing coffee to my friend,” I say easily. “And I’m driving you to campus.”

His gaze drops to the cup despite himself, and I see the way his mouth almost gives him away before he reins it back in. I don’t count this sweet thing as coffee, but I’ll keep that to myself.

“I can get to the campus on my own, Taj,” But his sigh already sounds like a surrender, and he takes the drink. “Thank you.”

I grin at him and swing the passenger door open. He shakes his head like I’m a lost cause, then ducks into the car anyway. I count that as a small victory. I close the door, press the lock button on the key fob just to be safe, then stroll round the bonnet to the driver’s side. I unlock my door, slide into the seat, and start the engine.

The second I settle behind the wheel, he turns to me with narrowed eyes. “Did you just lock me in your car?”

I shrug. “I have to keep you safe.”

“Right.” He folds his arms. “First, you stole my number,” he says, ticking points off on his fingers. “Then you stalk me, and now you’re kidnapping me.”

“I did not steal your number . . . I took it off the university’s website,” I tell him, offended on principle. “And stalking and kidnapping?” I glance at him as I pull away from the kerb. “Are you into kinky shit?”

“K-kinky?” he sputters, nearly choking on the word.

I bite back a smile because he’s too easy. “I can tie you when I fuck you, if that’s your jam,” I say casually.

He stares at me, disbelief written all over his face. His mouth parts, then closes again. “You’re something else.” He lets out a breath that sounds suspiciously like a laugh, then straightens in his seat. “If we’re going to be friends, we need to maintain professional boundary.”

“If you say so.”

I turn onto Chotkova, and thankfully there is no traffic here, just the early morning stretch of Prague opening up in front of us.

Mike leans back in his seat, finally relaxing. Some minutes pass before he speaks again. “I need your help tomorrow.”

I brighten at that and glance at him. If he needs my help, that means he plans on keeping me around. And if he plans on keeping me around, then I still have a chance. I’m also fairly certain that if I keep talking about fucking him, he’ll eventually let me do it, so I’ll shut up about it. Look, it’s not a flawless plan, but it’s the only one I’ve got. I’ve never had to chase a man before, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge either.

“What do you need?” I ask. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“I don’t want it to look like I’m taking advantage of our, er, friendship or your feelings for me,” he says. I glance at him again, and he looks completely serious, brows pulled together. “But you’re the only one I sort of know here,” he continues, “and I think I can trust you.”

“Of course, you can trust me,” I assure quickly. “I’m serious, I would do anything for you. I can even hide a body.”