Page 52 of Can I Tell You Something?
“I don’t think I’m happy there.” His confession bursts free so suddenly I think it shocks even him.
“What do you mean, you’re not happy there?”
“I don’t know, it’s OK,” he shrugs. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but did you know this is only the second time I’ve been out of the US? I went to Mexico for a job a couple of years ago, but it was too quick to do anything, and I’ve been on a studio production ever since. I barely see daylight some days, you know?”
I hum gently, familiar with the feeling of working so hard you rarely take the time to step outside. Cameron reaches over to lace his fingers between mine, settling them together in my lap.
“Then being here, with this view, and this pizza, and this… you…” he presses a kiss to my temple. “Makes me remember there’s a lot more to life than work.”
“There really is. I’m so lucky I’ve been able to come here every year.”
“I mean it though, you’ve shown me so many amazing things while we’ve been here. It’s been unforgettable.”
“It’s been my pleasure.”
“Your pleasure has been my favourite bit too,” he growls against my ear before nipping it gently. I slump against him, my heart heavy knowing how much it will hurt to say goodbye next week. His free hand strokes up and down my back and I close my eyes, cherishing the peace I feel in his arms.
“I do pretty well from my audio stuff, you know?”
“So I gathered from your business class travels,” I tease.
“I’d have time to make more content if I quit my job. And I can record those from anywhere in the world.”
I jerk my head back to look at him. “What are you saying?”
“I guess I’m saying maybe I could come to London sometime? Spend a little more time with you.”
Cameron in London. For me?
I couldn’t let him do that. That’s too much pressure. I wouldn’t be worth his time.
“And what, make audios while I work? I don’t even know your last name.” I’ve been meaning to ask, but now, faced with the prospect of him travelling across the world to be closer to me, it seems urgently pressing to know.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to be a one woman audience with a front-row seat to theMac’n’Pleaseshow.” His fingers snake along my neck and underneath my hoodie until they find the soft skin at my collarbone. I bite my lip so hard I’m certain it leaves a mark. “That’s what I thought. Dirty girl. Maybe I’ll record while you’re on a work call and see how long you can keep a straight face.”
I’m woozy at the thought, softening into his body again. He’s less careless with his touches now, and I don’t seem to care about being seen with him anymore.
“Hmmm. Or maybe we could record something together,” he whispers against the thin skin behind my ear. His breath is warm, and that low voice makes me shiver and ache between my thighs. But my body gives me away, tensing in his hold. “Oh, OK, maybe we won’t do that then.”
“I’m far too self-conscious,” I admit, slightly shamefully. I’m pretty sure this man could get me to do anything he wanted, but the thought of him recording me twists my stomach.
“I promise I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
I tilt my head up towards him and kiss along his jaw. “Thank you.”
“But I will do all the things youdowant me to do. Just picture it. I can give you a massage after a long day. Bring you breakfast in bed.”
That voice. It makes a shudder roll through me, and a tiny whimper falls from my lips.
“You OK?” he laughs.
“How is it that everything you say is so sexy? Or is it just that I’ve spent so long listening to your voice that any words turn me on?”
“Really?”
“Yes. That’s how you’re so good at what you do. You don’t put on an accent. You’re just you. It makes it so easy to tap into the fantasy that I…”
“That you what?”
