Page 18 of Faking With Mr. Steele

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re different from anyone he’s ever dated in the past. Most women like what he likes.”

I don’t know if I like this answer, but I smile as she slides the now full glass to me.

To seem cultured, I breathe it in, before taking a sip. “Well, if I didn’t have my own thoughts and opinions, I wouldn’t be me.” I take another sip. I’d like to think differences can be appreciated. “Christmas, for example, he’s not a fan. I can’t pretend to not like Christmas to please him.”

She leans back against the counter, looking very philosophical. “Sometimes in life, you do have to pretend though. For the greater good.” Don’t I know it. “Do you love him?”

Her direct question makes me wonder if she can see right through this transparent sham and knows I don’t. I like him, a lot, but I don’t love him. I mean, I could easily fall for a man like Graham. So far, he pretty much has it all: personality, brains, and great bedroom skills. Like otherworldly on the last one. And now that I think about it, why am I not rushing to love a man like Graham?

“Yes, I do.” I’m in love with the idea of being in love with a man like Graham, so, even though I feel guilty as hell, I’m not technically lying.

Her hazel eyes watch me over the rim of her glass as she drinks. “Since you’re going to be a part of the family, why don’t you take Thursday as your entertainment day.”

I'm not sure what that is, but I’m probably supposed to know. As terrified as I am at this prospect, I feel like this is some type of honor being bestowed upon me. One I can’t refuse.

“I’d love to,” I agree, feeling like this is becoming way more than I thought it would be when Graham and I made our deal. I’m just going to stay as far away from him as possible.

“Great.” She drains her glass. “We’re going out for dinner in an hour, so you should probably get ready.”

“Well, that’s what I’m doing,” I mumble to myself before taking a large gulp, as she exits.

How am I supposed to entertain these people? Instead of finishing off the entire bottle, I head to my room for a quick shower and dress in a mid-thigh cranberry sweater paired with black tights and boots. Because I don’t want to make a faux pas and be late, I slap on mascara and gloss in a hurry and quickly descend the staircase to find Graham standing in the entryway,looking like a GQ model in dark jeans and a slate grey sweater.

“Let’s go before anyone wants to ride with us,” he says, taking my hand and leading me quickly out of the house to a black SUV.

“Listen, we need to talk,” I tell him as he backs out of the driveway.

“Uh oh,” he says, looking over at me.

“I’ve been assigned an entertainment day. What does that even mean?”

“Really?” He looks over a bit incredulous. “My mother has a tradition of assigning everyone a special day to come up with things to do. She either likes you or is testing you. “

“Well I’m not sure I’ll pass.”

“Something tells me you will.” His hand lands on my thigh, giving me reassurance with a gentle squeeze. “Whatever you need let me know.”

What I need is to be able to resist the lure of his hand caressing my thigh. “We don’t have traditions like these. Can’t you just make cookies like regular people?”

“You’re turning me on,” he says in a husky voice, trailing his hand higher.

“What? How?”

“Talking about cookies.” His fingers inch into the zone, running along my seam.

“Talking about cookies turns you on?” That’s a strangest fetish, but the thought of him being turned on, turns me on.

“Cookies,” the pressure he touches me with intensifies, “make me think how I only got a small taste of your pussy. I need more.”

My face is on fire at the casual and unapologetic way he says such naughty things. And then I can’t help myself, I test my dirty talk skills in a breathy voice as his thumb presses against my clit. “You like the cookie warm?”

“Fuck, you’re turning me on more. I’m hard over here.” He pulls over in a wooded area, and cuts the engine. “I’m starting to crave you, Zoe.”

“I already do crave you.” And I do. So bad. I grab his face with my hands and devour his lips.

“I need to feel your tight little pussy, right now.”

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