Page 10 of Can I Tell You Something?
She’s not pissed at me, she’s in shock. She would never in a million years have imagined I’d turn up here at her house.
I now know three things. Hannah knows exactly who I am. She’s got a dirty, dirty mouth. And my one rule is about to be pushed to the limit.
Mac'n'Please
Rule Breaker
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Tsk, tsk, tsk. What do we have here?
No, don’t try to hide it. I caught you red-handed.
What did I tell you, baby? I said, hands off until I came home from my work trip.
So what I need to know is how many times did you make yourself come while I was away?
(Growl)
Seven? So even though you knew you shouldn’t, you kept going, and you kept count? You little brat.
Don’t give me that look.
We made a deal, sweetheart. You broke my one rule. Now bend over my knee and take your punishment.
Chapter 8
Hannah
RyanandCameronarealready at the dining table when I make it down for breakfast. My night of terrible sleep shows. I’ve attempted to make myself presentable with a bit of light make-up and the neat braids I style for underneath my ski helmet, but I still feel like a mess.
Cameron knows I know who he is.
Not only that, he knows I’ve listened to his audios, and that I’ve gotten off to them. And he knows because I was dumb enough to message him directly and tell him.I want to slap past Hannah around the head. What kind of lawyer leaves a paper trail like that?
I pour coffee and make breakfast at the counter with my back to the boys. How can I happily tuck into my muesli when the man who makes me come with just his words is sitting across the table from me, andknows I know who he is.
Maybe a Christmas at home alone wouldn’t be so bad after all. I could leave today. I should check flights.
“Morning Hannah,” Cameron says, appearing at my side. My eyes snap upwards and lock with his. So beautiful. Grey green with flecks of gold. I’ve never seen eyes like them. He dips his head and lowers his voice. “Can I tell you something?”
My response to those five words is Pavlovian and full-bodied. I pinch my lips together just in time to catch a small squeak and turn to check nobody heard him. Those are the words he uses in his confessions series, the audios where it’s just him spilling his darkest, dirtiest desires.
“Mmhmm.”
“I’m really nervous about skiing.” I glance at him, and there’s a humility there that I haven’t seen before. He rubs at the back of his hair.
“I’m sure you’ll be great.”
“Will you be patient with me if I suck?” His face is casual but his voice is low and slow, taunting. “Or are you a bossy teacher?”
It’s far too easy to imagine him whispering those words into my ear in the middle of the night. Or seducing me in the stationery cupboard of a school where we both work. One thing becomes painfully clear. He might be nervous about learning to ski, but he’s not shy about trying to catch me out.
“You’ll be fine.” I take my seat at the table.
“Come on, man,” Ryan interrupts, getting up to toss his dishes in the sink. “Come down to the boot room with me and I’ll get you kitted out.”
My shoulders barely drop as they leave me to eat, and I wonder how I’m going to survive today, and the rest of our holiday, in the company of this man and his beautiful voice.
