Page 15 of The Power Play

Iknow what this is. I’ve seen it on a screen many times. I just wanted to see what she would say. But I know this room. I have it practically memorized. If I wasn’t already hard from our kiss, just seeing this space would cause the same reaction.

I’m currently doing everything possible to not show any emotion on my face at seeing this room.Being in this room.Audrey is Lacey. The world is fucking small, but I didn’t think it was possible for it to bethissmall.

Audrey. Is. Lacey.

Audrey is the woman I’ve fantasized about too many times over the last four years. The woman I’ve wanted. Craved. Thought I would never have.

But she’s here. Right in front of me. Just kissed me.

I felt her body against mine, how soft her lips were, how her tongue felt in my mouth. My hands in her hair, her waist.Fuck.

“Have you seen enough yet?” she snaps, folding her arms across her chest, which only draws my attention to her pressedup tits and I desperately need to adjust my cock in my pants because I’m sure she can see the obvious erection I’m sporting right now.

“What is your job?” I ask, trying my best to sound nonchalant.

Audrey squares her shoulders and I watch as she narrows her eyes at me while embracing who she is with her answer. “I’m a cam girl and if you have any judgment about it then I need you to keep it to yourself and leave my house.”

I smile at her standing her ground. Embracing something people might be ashamed of. Even though she didn’t want me to come in here initially, she’s not shying away now. And I like it. However, I won’t let her know that I know who she is. How many times we’ve spoken. What we’ve talked about. What we’ve done. She can’t know. Not yet, maybe not ever.

“I think it’s great,” I tell her.

“You do? Because you think this means I’ll automatically sleep with you or something?” she criticizes.

I chuckle, “No, I definitely don’t think that. I just think it’s great. I’ll head out.” I change the subject, needing to be out of this room, needing to get distance fromLacey.Being in this room is making everything too tempting. Not that I could follow through even if she did want to sleep with me. As much as I would like to hope I could with my fantasy woman, I’m sure I would freak out like I always do and have to leave.

“Uh, yeah, okay. And seriously, go wash your hands in the bathroom downstairs,” she points her finger at me, showing she’s serious.

I raise my hands in surrender, “Fine.”

I go downstairs while she goes to another room down the hallway. Once we are apart, I feel like I can finally catch my breath. The kiss, knowing who she is to me. It all catches up to me at once and it’s suffocating. I know I need to get out of here as soon as possible and keep my distance from Audrey here on out.

Though, I know I should, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my distance from Lacey. As I’m washing my hands in the small half bathroom, I debate with myself if it’s fucked up of me to continue talking to her online when I know who she really is, and she doesn’t know who I am. It’s not like it changes anything. She said it herself, it’s her job. And it’s my…obsession.

Once I get out of the bathroom, she’s there in the living room on her phone, chewing her bottom lip while scrolling. I assume looking for someone to call to help fix her current issue.

“I can ask my dad if he has any suggestions to help you. He’s retired now, but still has connections,” I suggest, trying to help her stress level go down, even marginally.

She shakes her head. “Thanks, but it’s fine. Thank you for your help it’s been…” her voice trails off and I smother my tiny smile. It has been something.

I don’t know what possesses me to say what I do next; it just spills out of me. “Do you need somewhere to stay or anything while it gets fixed?”

She barks out a laugh, “Are you offering?”

I just shrug.

“No, I’ll be fine. I have blankets.”

“What about your, uh, work?”

“I’ll figure it out, it’s okay,” she waves me off and I know I should leave it at that, but I can’t.

“My place has more than enough space and I’m barely home since the season has started. If you need a place to stay,” I shrug again.

She looks both shocked and confused. “We don’t even know each other, and you would trust me unsupervised in your mansion?”

I roll my eyes, “I don’t have a mansion, it’s a condo.” A nice condo. Apenthousecondo. But not a mansion.

“Still, we don’t know each other.”

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