Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I’m going to have to come up with a few different scenarios to feed his exhibitionist kink because he’s not going to believe the neighbor line again, and I can’t risk us actually having public sex. It’s risky enough without an audience.
But Oskar needs an audience.
And apparently now so do I, because I missed the hands-free show, and that’s something that I need to see.
A flicker of doubt hits me again, but I shove that shred of morality way down deep. It’s started now, and putting an end to our arrangement will mean absolutely nothing if we’re found out, so I might as well get everything out of it that I can.
Which means while Oskar is gone, I’m going to have to think carefully about this. He’s getting sex to keep him out of headlines, but that’s not enough. His image has been dragged through the mud, which means we need to get back in control of the narrative and show the world more of who Oskar is. And while we’re doing that, I simply have to ignore the saintlike persona we give him.
This is all business.
Well, and sex.
But definitely nothing more than that.
There are still a few hours until Oskar is back from the rink, even though today was a light skate before their game tomorrow, so I have time to come up with a plan before I need to run him through it. First, I need to do something I’m completely dreading but should probably get out of the way.
Me: How are you? Safe flight? Btw I had sex with Oskar. Just thought I’d give you the head’s up on the off chance it gets out.
The reply comes through before I’ve even exited the message.
Damon: You what?!
Me: Should I have used the phrase “we had public relations” instead?
Damon: Dear god, tell me it wasn’t in public.
Me: Relax, I’m reckless, not a lost cause.
Damon: I don’t think you get to claim that when it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you said that would never happen. It’s Oskar! What were you thinking?
Me: That everything else has failed so it was time to move on to plan X. This is plan X. Triple X if you want to get technical about it.
Damon: This isn’t a joke, Lane. Fuck! At least tell me this isn’t going to happen again.
Me: I wish I could but it will definitely happen again.
Damon: If management finds out, you’ll be in as much shit as he is.
Me: Well aware, thanks. I’m risking everything for this idiot.
Damon: I’m sure it’s a real sacrifice.
I cringe and tuck the phone away in my pocket. That went about as well as I could have hoped for. Way to make friends, Lane.
Still, I did him a professional courtesy, and Damon isn’t going to tell anyone because it would get his client in as much trouble as it would me. He’s a locked box when it comes to his client roster and their secrets.
Now. Oskar. The sex is a smart move because it means I’ll be able to control the situations where he gets off and make sure none of them lead to scandal. It’s crossing all sorts of lines, but it’s both consensual and effective, and with only a few months left of the season, I only need to keep Oskar in line until then. Maybe during the summer, I’ll look for another PR role or hire someone else to manage him, but at least I’ll have a couple of months to figure it out.
With any luck, Oskar’s attitude will have turned around by then, but I’m not going to hold out on that.
The sex could help though. I agreed we’d continue, but I didn’t specify how often. My smile turns filthy as I consider the possibilities. Sex once a week, and Oskar can earn bonus rounds. Good publicity will lead to positive reinforcement. I almost laugh at myself because it sounds like I’m training a dog.
I dump the rest of my coffee down the sink.
It helps to think of Oskar as purely a work problem because it desensitizes me to him. All it took for me to throw myself at him was a hint of jealousy, and that’s without actual feelings involved. But is it worth protecting myself when I feel like dirt for treating him that way? I don’t want to play into his issues and make them worse, especially not when I think that under all the bullshit, Oskar is actually a good guy. He just doesn’t know it. I want to help him bring that side out, but doing that without getting emotionally invested might be impossible.
There has to be a middle ground though. A way to keep the sex detached without treating him like a walking sex doll.
He already has a wealth of issues over being treated like a fuckboy, but I know by the time we walk away from this that my issues are going to get me into trouble too. How I keep being attracted to the same type of man is beyond me, but it explains how I’m still painfully single.