I want to scream, but I manage to catch it before it becomes anything bigger than a small yelp.‘Nothing special’is the polar opposite of the magic this man can work with his voice. When I realise everyone is staring at me, I focus on my plate and twist another forkful into my mouth.
“Well, it sounds fascinating,” Mum continues.
“You got a good contract lawyer?” Classic Dad, never off duty. “That’s my line of work.”
“I do. I’m very happy with him.”
“You never can be sure who to trust with these things. Be sure to reach out if you need a second pass on anything.”
“Thank you, sir.” God, he’s so bloody charming, and polite. How is he just sitting there at our dining table, raking his fingers through his hair, existing in my world. I know what he looks like underneath his clothes and it’s all I can think about.
I’m zoning out when I feel a sharp kick to the shins underneath the table.
“Why are you so quiet?” Ryan asks.
“Just listening,” I shrug, grabbing another piece of garlic bread before he can pry any further.
“Will you join us for some skiing on this trip?” Mum says.
“I’m hoping to, ma’am, but I’ve never been before. I’m more of a beach boy, but Ryan assured me there’s no better place to learn than the Alps.”
“Hannah will give you some lessons. She’s an excellent teacher.”
“Er…” I stumble for an excuse. I can’t possibly be expected to spend any time alone with this man and keep my wits about me. “I’m not very good.”
“Hannah, be serious,” Mum scolds. “She’s an incredible skier and has taught many of our friends over the years. She’ll take you up to the beginner slopes tomorrow.”
“And I have plenty of kit you can borrow downstairs,” says Ryan.
“That would be great,” he says, turning that smile on me. “Though I have a little work to do while I’m here, so I might skip out on a day or two if it’s OK to have some alone time here in the house?”
“Of course,” Dad says. “Anything exciting?”
“Just want to get ahead of things for the new year. Nothing too taxing, shouldn’t take long.”
“Good man, I like that work ethic.”
Surely he’s not going to dothatkind of audio work here? My thighs press together at the thought of him speaking his filthy words in this very house. The visual of him sitting on the chaise, my favourite spot, with his hand in his underwear, floods my mind. I squeak, then cover it by clearing my throat.
“So, Hannah,” Cameron says, leaning closer. “What time do you want me?”
If I wasn’t so on edge, I’d be picking my jaw up off the floor. “Huh?” is all I manage.
“Tomorrow morning. For my lesson.” His smile is beautiful and deadly. I’m going to die on this trip. I won’t survive looking at his gorgeous face every day, hearing that caramel voice, laughing across the table.
“Um, we usually head up after breakfast. Say, 9:30?”
“Sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”
I don’t know what switch flipped, what threw the earth off its axis, what I’ve done to deserve this karma. All I know is that I’m teaching the man who’s made me come more times than I can count to ski in the morning, and he has no idea who I am.
Mac'n'Please
At the Bar
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Excuse me, sorry. Can you show me your tattoo? Sorry, I’ve been trying to get a closer look, but I don’t want to come off like a creep.