Page 66 of Longing for Liberty
“Thank you for this…for today. Have a good meeting.”
He gave a single nod and leaned forward, kissing my forehead before leaving.
Many times since Roan took office, I had felt like we were living in the Twilight Zone, like things were upside down and making no sense and completely out of control. But this moment—having him be so sweet and nurturing after what I’d heard him say—really messed me up.
One thing was becoming clear about our situation. Amos Fitzhugh wanted to play house with me. Take care of me. Have me be his sweet and obedient wifey. He clearly wanted me to feel comfortable with him. But I knew what true security felt like, and this wasn’t it…for me, at least. For Amos, though?
Was he truly comfortable with me? Developing real feelings for me?
How far could I take this? What would he be willing to give and to do for a woman he loved?
A thrill of danger dashed through me, leaving me breathless.
So many wrongs had been done to get us where we were, and so many of us had played by the rules. Played nice. Played right into their hands. Played ourselves out of our freedoms.
No more. If you try to fight clean against the dirty, the filth will get on you and weigh you down. The only way to win against scum when the playing field was so low was to play just as dirty.
Or dirtier.
THIRTY-ONE
STATE NEWS: POLL SHOWS FEMALES HAPPIER THAN EVER IN HISTORY!
I was ridingFitzhugh on his couch, pretending to enjoy it, when the call came from Roan. Amos put a finger to his lips and answered, his other hand gripping my hip and moving me up and down.
“Yes?”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” I heard Roan say. I slowed my movements to listen better.
“What do you need?” Amos asked. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I swirled my hips, making him shudder.
“Oh, am I bothering you?” Roan sounded annoyed.
“Yes.”
“Whatever. My place tonight. I’m finally getting a shipment.”
“I’m not interested in your shipment, Sam.”
“Fine, but you need to be there.”
Amos lifted his head and looked me in the eye, thrusting his hips upward hard enough to make me suck in a breath.
“I’m bringing someone,” Amos said, causing me to stop moving in shock. He couldn’t be talking about me.
Roan let out a young-sounding laugh of mischief. “I knew it! Who is it?”
“My…helper.”
“You’re banging your maid? Finally, Fitzy’s getting some action!”
“Good-bye.” Amos hung up, tossing his phone beside him and taking my hips with both hands to bounce me up and down harder, faster. I gripped his shoulders and made all of the appropriate sounds, but my mind was not on the sex. My heart was erratically racing and jumping as I digested their conversation. I was his “helper.” Did he just say he was bringingmeto Roan’s place?
My brain short-circuited, and all of the curse words tumbled around, running smack into each other. I don’t think I’d ever been so scared and overwhelmed that I couldn’t even process it.
When he finished, I waited until we were both dressed to tilt my head at him.
He sucked in a breath and let it out as a sigh. “What size dress do you wear?”
