Chapter 224

“You’re having… performance issues… at your age?” The words flew out of Tamia’s mouth before she could stop them, and her face went bright red.

"Oh God, boss, I wasn’t trying to be nosy—you literally asked what I thought!"

Griffin completely lost it and snorted with laughter.

Yinsen shot him a death glare.

“My bad, my bad. Don’t mind me,” Griffin said, trying to compose himself.

Nothing pisses off a guy more than questioning his bedroom game!

“You do realize this stuff’s been FDA-approved for heart conditions for like decades, right?” Yinsen said with amusement.

Tamia looked genuinely shocked. She had absolutely no clue.

Embarrassment washed over her face—she’d completely jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“Oh my God, boss, I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, live and learn. Just remember—never question a man’s… capabilities,” Yinsen said with a playful smirk.

“Right, totally got it,” Tamia mumbled, mortified.

“Though I’ll admit, the… recreational benefits are pretty fantastic,” Yinsen added with a wicked grin.

Tamia: Aaaand I’m taking back all my sympathy!

“Well, I’ll just leave you to your… recreational activities,” she stammered, practically running away before he could elaborate.

Griffin swirled his wine and watched Yinsen with obvious amusement.

“Why didn’t you just tell her the truth?”

“You’re sitting there all relaxed with your fancy wine while I just got completely cleaned out at cards. This whole disaster is your fault for suggesting we play,” Yinsen shot back.

Griffin set down his glass. “Nice try, but you’re not changing the subject.”

Yinsen poured himself a generous glass. Griffin’s private wine collection was admittedly impressive.

“I’m not dodging anything. Why the hell should I tell her my business? She’s not my girlfriend. And honestly? I can’t stand that pitying look people get.”

“Pity? Dude, it’s not exactly a death sentence. You pop a pill, problem solved. Hell, tomorrow we should go skydiving—get that heart rate really pumping,” Griffin said with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

“You’re on. I’m not backing down from anything,” Yinsen replied, matching Griffin’s challenging tone.

They clinked glasses and knocked back their drinks, the tension between them crackling with unspoken competition and barely concealed attraction to the danger of it all.