I'm Not in Love
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“You already do.”
His words please me—inexplicably so—but it’s my turn to sigh. “Okay… We can start off our relationship as friends.” Tristan won’t be as easy to get into bed as I’d originally thought. And strangely, I don’t want him to be.
“I can live with that.”
I’ve never pursued friendship with a man I’m attracted to. For that matter, it’s been at least a decade since I’ve pursued a friendship at all. But if Tristan will only give me scraps of his affection, I’ll take them—for now. “Great. How about we figure out what to order for dinner?”
“I should let you know up front that I can’t afford to eat at a restaurant like this,” he says.
“I should let you know that your new friend, Julian Remington III, is made of money. When we eat at restaurants, it will always be on me.”
“I think I need to google Julian Remington III.”
He still doesn’t know who I am.“Please don’t.”
“Okay, I won’t.” Tristan shrugs and then reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “I’m sure you’ll fill me in when you’re ready.”
“Maybe.” In terms of transparency, this is the most I can offer.