Do I Wanna Know?

Chapter 9

"Alright, I would like to know all of the details, please. Don't spare me a single one."

I smiled into my wine glass as I took a sip and set it back down on the white-clothed table. Claudia and I liked to go out and treat ourselves to a nice dinner at some posh restaurant in Malibu at least once a week so we could bitch about our job and catch up on our personal lives. We never really did have time to talk at the club.

"Honestly, I don't really know what to say about it. Right now it just seems like we're...having fun."

"Mhm," she nodded and chewed thoughtfully on her lobster. "So you're fucking like bunnies basically."

"Basically," I sarcastically agreed as I dipped a piece of French bread in the oil and spices between us. "No, but really, we've seen each other pretty much every single day since we met and that was like almost a month ago now."

"Have you two talked about like, being exclusive?"

My brows pulled together as I twirled a small pile of angel hair pasta around my fork. "No, we haven't."

Claudia appeared to be shocked by that for some reason. "After a month of seeing each other? Why not?"

That was a great question. I only really thought about it when Harry and I weren't together, but I wasn't exactly worried when he was spending every night with me. I suppose he could've been seeing someone else and just called those meet-ups a business meeting, but I wasn't getting that vibe from him.

"Well, I guess we just see each other so much that it already feels like we are, so what's the point in bringing it up?"

Claudia scoffed. "The point is, he's stupid rich, he's stupid sexy, and you need to lock it down. Guys like that can and will do whatever they want if the girl they're seeing doesn't seem to care either way."

My chewing slowed as I let those words sink in. I would have thought that if Harry was bored with me he wouldn't have continued to see me, but maybe the reason he wasn't bored was because there were a handful of women still in his back pocket.

"I mean, he knows that I like him and like spending time with him. I've told him that."

"And what does he usually say back?"

I sat back in my seat with my wine glass in hand, slowly losing my appetite now. "He usually kisses me, or opts for something more intimate if we're in bed."

Claudia nodded and stole a piece of baby shrimp from my plate. "But he doesn't say it back," she surmised.

Has he ever said it back? Why can't I remember now?

"No, he does," I lied. "His love language is just more...physical."

"Well that's always a plus," she winked at me and I offered something of a smile in return.

For the remainder of dinner, I thought about Harry and where we stood as a couple...or not a couple...or whatever we were to each other. Absolutely nothing was wrong with what we were doing and I wasn't unhappy, but maybe I should be expecting more at this point.

Maybe it would be nice for him to say, "Hey Grace, I like being with you too," rather than taking the easy way out by giving me an orgasm.

And speaking of the devil himself, my phone lit up on the table with a text from him asking when I would be finished with dinner. I waited until Claudia excused herself to the restroom to reply and tell him that I probably wouldn't be done for another half hour or so. His next reply came through instantly.

-Come over afterward?

-Tempting, but...will I wake up next to a person or a piece of paper tomorrow?

-I'm taking the day off tomorrow to spend with you.