Page 18 of Games We Play
There it was. Leah had said it. Now it was up to Sloan to do with that as she willed.
“Energy, huh? Usually it puts people off.”
“Everyone is different, right? Some people must be into it.”
“Like I said, everyone is full of shit.”
“If I were spewing shit, I would say that it didn’t matter what kind of woman you were. Because that’s a lie. I care about the kind of woman you are when we’re alone. You know why?”
Sighing, Sloan turned her back and looked as if Leah had tried her last bit of nerves. “Because you don’t want to be murdered?”
Well, yeah, but that’s not my point.“Because I don’t want to waste my time, either.”
Sloan slowly craned her head over her shoulder again. “What was that?”
“You don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to waste time. It’s the twenty-first century, and we now have the luxury of knowing what people are into and what they like before we meet in person. The reason I went along with what we did Saturday night wasn’t because I was desperate, or scared, or because I was trying to prove something to someone.” Leah leaped up from her chair. “It was because it was fuckinghot!”
Was that a smirk on Sloan’s face? “Try not to sound too good to be true. I’ve been burned before. I’d rather not get my hopes up.”
“What? That I’m the kind of woman who might be into what you’re offering?”
The cheeky sound coming from Sloan’s throat had the power to awaken the snake slumbering in Leah’s stomach. “Let’s stop dodging the soul of what we’re talking about. Let’s come out and say what we mean.”
Leah waited.
“What? You want me to say it first? You’re the one acting feisty and like you can’t wait for me to spank some common sense back into you.”
Sp… spank me?Leah’s eyes were so wide that they glazed over. Before they could get too dry, though, Sloan bent down and lightly touched the tip of Leah’s nose. Her breath was hot against Leah’s upper lip.
“Know what I want?”
Leah shook her head.
Sloan stood back up, fingers pressed against her mouth and chest firing off one breath after another. “I want you in my bed. Naked. I’m thinking handcuffed and apologizing for foiling my day so badly. I was going to spend my evening reading a good book in the bath, you know. Now I’ll have to make sure you’re really sorry about crashing into my life like you have.”
Leah could barely contain the words begging to burst from her throat.
“See? Everyone has their demands.”
“I only have one.” Leah slammed her bag into the chair. “You gotta be naked too.”
Chapter 7
“Shall we play a game?”
Sloan wasn’t nearly naked enough. Neither was Leah, but at least her pants were gone and her bra unhooked beneath her shirt.If I had known I was getting laid by a dominatrix tonight, I would’ve worn something cuter to work.The back of a bakery was not a place for cute dresses, though. It was the pit of old trousers and good enough blouses that she didn’t care about.
A billion-dollar businesswoman held no qualms about pinning her down to a comfortable king-sized bed and straddling her ass, though.
“What kind of game,” Leah asked.
“A game where you end up deserving whatever I give you.”
Soft fingers caressed the top of Leah’s ass.I would’ve worn cuter underwear, too.At least this pair didn’t have any holes or stray pieces of elastic sticking out of them, though. Only a simple pair of light pink cotton drawers that hugged Leah’s ample ass and grew more scared every time Sloan tugged at their seams. Or at least that was the only way to describe the wedgie getting the best of her every few seconds. “I think we’re both women who believe in the power of hard work and getting our just desserts from it.”
“First thing you learn in my line of business, Leah, is that nothing is handed to you. Not even nepotism can save your ass if you destroy your company and anger the people working for you. So, forgive me if I believe in making my sexual partners work for their desserts.”
“I know all about work and getting what you deserve.”
