Page 69 of Role Play
Shit. I just realized how that sounded. I just meant, if you have time before lunch break ends, come see me in my office. We need totalk.
I relaxed, my grip around the phone lessening. Oh. He hadn’t meant to check in on me eating. But somehow, that ominouswe need to talkwas even worse. I was on edge. This was it. He was going to end it. End us… if we even were an us. He had told me from the start that he didn’t do relationships. Sure, there had been some other mixed signals thrown in there, but truthfully? He told me he was unavailable emotionally. So why the fuck didn’t I listen tohim?
I stood, bringing my tray over to the trash can to discard what was left of my lunch. If he was breaking up with me, then I had to remain strong. End things first, maybe. And for the love of all things holy, Icould notcry.
On my way down the hall, I passed by the ladies room and paused, Ash’s rule from the contract swirling in my head. Did it matter now? Now that he was ending this and I was… I was… what was I?Not willing to put up with another hot and cold personality in my life, that’s what Iwas.
I ducked into the rest room, locking myself into a stall quickly and unbuttoning my jeans. Tentatively, I inserted a finger inside myself and swallowed a groan. I was still sore from last night, a dull ache that was deliciously ripe. My body immediately responded, and I grew wet, clenching around myknuckle.
I pulsed that finger inside of myself, gasping, thinking about Ash. His lips. His eyes. His hand. Histeeth.
Histeeth.
With my free hand, I yanked my shirt down to see if the marks were still there. My nipple was a little red still with hints of a purplish bruise and there between my breasts, two little blue marks from where his teeth nipped me hard. Hard enough to bruise. My pussy squeezed with an involuntary spasm. Breathless, I withdrew my finger. My lungs burned as I panted hard. I wanted to touch my clit. Circle it with that wet finger until I came. But Ash’s voice resonated in my mind.Your orgasms aremine.
Instead, I brought that trembling finger to my lips, gliding my essence over my mouth. I was so turned on. And sad. And confused. And frustrated. Because maybe I wouldn’t feel so needy right now if Ash had just fucked me beforework.
I let out a frustrated grunt and shouldered out of the stall, washing my hands before exiting the bathroom and making my way down to hisoffice.
Uncle Rich turned the corner. I gasped and pivoted to escape him.No, no, no… not now. Not with my fucking lips smelling likevagina.
“Nuh-uh,” he scolded, his loud voice halting me mid-step. “Luciana Blair Rodriguez, you get your ass back here rightnow.”
Aw, hell. He middle named me. He middle named me on my lunch breakat work. I spun and smiled at him sweetly. “Mr. Blair,” I said, my voice tight. “What can I do foryou?”
His steps fumbled, just slightly enough that I noticed, and he quickly regained his composure, taking only a few long strides before he was standing in front of me. My gaze flicked to Ash’s open office door, only a dozen feetaway.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said. He wasn’t shouting or anything, but he also wasn’twhispering.
I cleared my throat and glanced over my shoulder. No one was around—that I could tell. “No, I haven’t.” I tried to cover my mouth with my hand as I talked. Was it like smelling alcohol on someone’s breath? Would he know the second he moved closer to me that my lips smelled like sex? My stomach turned at thethought.
“Lucy,” he whispered. Even though it was quiet, his voice was sharp as a knife’s edge. “I’ve texted you three times since yesterday and called you once to try to talk about whathappened.”
“What happened yesterday?” With Ash? Oh, God. He knew. How did heknow?
“Yes,” he said, his voice still stern. “With you being the stand-in.” I released the breath I’d been holding. That’s right. He walked in on the stand-in scene when Ash was spanking me. Oh, thank God. He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything. “And you haven’t answered any of my texts or calls. So, look…we can either do this in my office after work. Or here in the middle of the hall for anyone tohear.”
I swallowed. Shit. “Okay. Look, that was a one-time thing being a stand-in. I was just filling in because we had no-shows. We really don’t need a meeting aboutit.”
He didn’t say anything for a long thirty seconds. “Fine,” he said, finally. But his flaring nostrils gave him away. It was anythingbutfine. And he didn’t move on. He didn’t break away or continue down the hall. And I’d be damned if I was going to let him catch me going into Ash’s office alone. Talk about a red flag. “Lucy,” he whispered my name again and it held the same tension as it did when I was ten and I got caught eating the girl scout cookies I was supposed to be selling door to door. Damn Thin Mints. They get me everytime.
“What?” I responded, pressing my lipstogether.
“Are you … are you and Ash … ” His voice broke. He couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t even finish thequestion.
I tilted my head. Well, I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Instead, I lowered my brows in confusion. “Are me and Ash…what?”
He shook his head, seeming to shake away whatever thoughts had entered his mind about mine and Ash’s relationship. Or… non-relationship. Whatever the hell we were. “Nothing,” he said. “Just… you remember what I said about Ash, right?” His voice was so low that I had to strain to hearhim.
I nodded. “Yes, I remember. He’s aplayboy.”
“It’s more than that, Lucy. He’s… Ash is broken.” I waited for more of an explanation, but it nevercame.
Broken. I kind of already knew that, didn’t I? The way he pulled away from me this morning just as we were about to make love. Shit. No. Notmake love. Fuck. Just as we were about to fuck. But that sex last night? That hadn’t felt like fucking. Atall.
“Anyway,” Uncle Richard took a step back from me and waved his hand as if he could clear the air of what he’d just said. “I must have been mistaken. For a split second, I could have sworn Ash had been referring to you.” Uncle Rich chuckled in a way that wasn’t meant to be insulting… but it was. He was chuckling as though the thought of Ash being with me wasludicrous.
Wait… he thought Ash was referring to me? Did that mean…? Oh, my God. Did Ash go to talk to my uncle about our relationship behind my back? My face flamed red and hot and thank God Uncle Richard wasn’t paying attention to me anymore. He had already clapped his hand gently to my shoulder as he walked past me and disappeared around thecorner.
