Wild One | Bbangsaz

Chapter 4

Minji's

For a moment, all I can do is stare openmouthed at Hanni. Did she just say my sample? No way. A fucking pee cup to catch the goods—is she insane?

I shouldn't be pissed. She's not exactly asking me for a hardship here. But orgasming into a cup isn't what I want. She is, and right up until five seconds ago, I thought we were on the same page about this arrangement. I've been looking forward to taking this sexy firecracker of a woman to my bed tonight, not handing her my jizz in a sterile plastic cup. What a fucking letdown.

"Is there a problem?" she asks, blinking at me.

I manage to unfreeze my brain enough to respond. Leaning closer, I say quietly, "Hell yes, there is. I'm not jacking off into some cup for you in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant. What did you think I meant by doing this 'the old-fashioned way?' I wasn't talking about using a butter churn."

"Of course I knew you were talking about having sex. I'm not that naive. And I didn't intend for you to do it here," she says, and it might be my imagination, but I think I see her flush a little. "I just decided the physical act of making a baby wouldn't work for me."

"Why not?" Could I have misread her that badly? No way. If I know anything, it's how to tell whether a woman is interested in me, and Hanni's been showing all the signs since the moment we met in that elevator.

"Because I didn't want to invite any ... complications." She hesitates. "Look, don't take this the wrong way, you seem great and all, but I barely know you. We met two days ago. We've had one dinner together. I spend more time deciding on my next shoe purchase than the amount of time we've spent together."

Is that all? So she's not the type to fuck on the first date, no big deal. Was she worried about me trying to rush her? I would never pull a dick move like that—but then again, like she just pointed out, she doesn't know me well enough to know that. I have to earn her trust the hard way.

I give her a reassuring smile. "That's an easy problem to fix. We can keep going out and take things as slow as you need."

"But I don't want to take it slow."

My eyebrows dart up. "Oh? I can do quick too."

Her gaze drops for a second and she stammers, "Th-that's not what I meant. I do feel like we click, but I just don't have the time or energy for anything involved."

Oh, I get it now. Looks like we're in the same boat when it comes to dating.

I steeple my fingers in front of my chin. "I see where you're coming from. But sex doesn't have to complicate things." In fact, in my experience, sometimes it makes them wonderfully simple. "If you just want to be fuck-buddies, that's fine with me." I flash her a wolfish grin. "More than fine, actually."

Her eyes remain rock steady, unmoved by my flirting. This is the kind of stare down I've given to doomed opponents at the negotiation table, and I always win. But something about Hanni's confidence leaves me feeling unsure.

Breathing a labored sigh, she explains, "This little cup ensures we avoid falling into any kind of relationship in the first place. I already have a life plan all worked out, and it doesn't include a relationship."

"Then it's lucky I never have relationships anyway." When she blinks owlishly, I elaborate. "Let me lay it all out for you. You're clearly a very busy woman, and I'm very busy too. I'm married to my job. It might not be the happiest marriage, but it's still mine, and I don't do infidelity. My life has no room for anything beyond one-night stands. I haven't had a steady girlfriend in almost a decade. Shit, I barely have time to grab a beer with my best friend once a week, let alone take care of a kid. So, if all you want is for me to knock you up and then get the hell out of your life, that works perfectly for me."