I give the cab driver my address.
“What do you mean?”
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“I mean, I’m sure you have our whole lives planned out. So, let’s hear it. What is your plan?”
I frown. I hate that he thinks I have everything planned out because, honestly, I don’t. I know what I want the end result to be. I know what I want from this arrangement. But that’s it. I don’t know how to get there. I’m just making it up as I go along.
“Well…you move in with me, and we continue on with our married life. We go to work. We make occasional appearances together as a couple. We have sex.”
“And how do we decide when this ends?”
I sigh. “When we have had enough.”
He nods but doesn’t say anything else until we get to my condo. We get out of the taxi.
“I don’t know when you need to get back to work or training or whatever you usually do with your time. But I would love for you to go to work with me today or tomorrow to meet everyone. And I can have a moving truck at your place to move whatever you want over to my place today or tomorrow or whenever you would like.”
He frowns. “Why are we moving into your place? Why not my place?”
“Because my place is…” I trail off, not wanting to finish that sentence the way I intended.
“Better,” he finishes for me.
I nod and blush a little. But I’m not going to apologize because it’s the honest truth.
“My place is better than your place. It’s bigger. It’s more secure. It has furniture that isn’t falling apart. It—”
“My place has the beach. It has everything I could ever want,” Asher says.
I frown. “My place has a shower that actually shoots out warm water.”
“Mine does, too. You just have to wait a little longer for it to warm up.”
I throw up my hands. “There is no arguing with you, is there?”
“For however long this arrangement lasts, I just don’t want to have to deal with your snobby attitude, thinking you are better than me. Because you’re not.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m not saying that. At least not because I have nicer things and you don’t. But I definitely have different morals than you. You think it’s okay to steal and cheat while I don’t.”
“Yes, you’re a saint, and I’m the devil. We’ve already established that.” He paces back and forth. “You know what? This isn’t worth it. Just file for divorce or an annulment or whatever you need to do to get me out of this mess.” Asher starts walking back to the cab.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing hold of his arm.
He stops.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I am asking a lot from you to do this. And I appreciate you doing it. How about we come to an arrangement?”
He frowns. “Another arrangement?”
“A deal then? You stay here for a week. Then, I’ll stay at your place for a week. Then, we can decide what is best.”
He sighs. “Fine, but I expect plenty of sex, no matter which place we stay at.”
He walks over and kisses me on the lips, letting enough tongue in to let me know he is ready for sex right now if I’m up for it.
“Oh, I think I can arrange that. But, right now, I need to get changed and ready to go into the office for today. You want to come with me?”