Page 44 of Wicked Little Game
I can’t fall for him. I don’tdofeelings. I wish I could say that I don’t have feelings, but that would be a little overboard, and a big, fat lie.
“We should have another movie night soon,” I say as I get out of the pool.
“Only if you behave,” Samuel replies and the way he lets his head rest against the edge of the pool, lazily breathing outsmoke, almost makes me want to get back in there and hold on to him until they have to surgically remove me.
“Never,” I say before I step back into the house. I untie my bikini top and throw it right in his face. At least my aim is still good. He tsks, and I swear I hear a tiny laugh coming from him.
As I walk past the dinner table, I notice how his phone vibrates.
“Hey, someone’s calling you,” I yell back outside. “I hope it’s not some other girl, would be a shame if I had to kill her.”
His phone lies with the screen facing down and something inside me keeps me from turning it around to see who is calling him.
Probably my subconsciousness wanting to spare me from getting hurt,I think as I rush up the stairs to my room to take a shower.
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SAMUEL
Ruby is already back in her room, judging by the tiny wet footprints all over the floor and the stairs. My phone is still lying face down on the table, and I’m surprised that she didn’t look who’s calling because she usually puts her little grabby hands on everything that’s none of her business.
It’s my work phone, so there’s only one person who could call me on it.
“Mr. Barron?” I say as I pick up the phone, trying hard not to think about the things that had just happened in the pool or the way Ruby’s tits had looked just before she rushed back into the house.
“Yes, hello, Mr. Mills,” he says, and his tone of voice makes it obvious that he isn’t happy about the fact that it took me a while to answer his call. “Is everything alright at home? What is Ruby doing?”
“She just went back to her room, spent the last few hours at the pool,” I truthfully tell him, just without mentioning that I too enjoyed the amenities of his house, and the lips of his daughter right on mine.
“Good, good,” he mumbles, and I hear people speaking inthe background. I can’t make out a lot, but if I had to guess, I’d say that they speak Russian.
I mindlessly raise my free hand to rub my throbbing temples, because I already know that whatever he needs from me will be a fucking pain in the ass. But I have to keep the bodyguard facade up if I don’t want him to suspect anything, and I also have to act like a loyal employee unless I want him to fire me and ruin the mission.
As if fooling around with Ruby wasn’t bad enough already.
“I need you to bring Ruby to the Rosewood Hills Country Club tomorrow at 2 pm. It’s probably better if you don’t tell her where you are going or why, because she’ll meet the son of one of my business partners. Please, Mr. Mills, you seem to have her under control so far. Make sure that she behaves. She won’t be happy, but he’s a nice young gentleman and it would benefit my company greatly if they get along. I know she’s stubborn, but I fully trust you with this task.”
There’s more Russian yelling in the background, only interrupted by Mr. Barron yelling something back every once and then. Rockwell won’t like that he’s currently doing business there, and I know it should worry me too.
Nevertheless, I’m more worried about Ruby’s fuckingdatetomorrow. Lying to her is nothing new. I’ve been doing that for the past few weeks, but the sole thought of her spending time with another man causes something dangerous to stir deep inside of me.
I classify the feeling as general annoyance as I tell Mr. Barron that I’m going to take care of everything. He promises to send me the address and tells me where to find the keys to the Mercedes before he hangs up.
I feel like throwing my phone back out there in the pool. I don’t do it though. Instead, I walk over to the kitchen to fetch myself a bowl of vanilla ice cream topped with cream liquor.Ruby taught me that, and it admittedly feels less concerning than opening a bottle of whiskey when it’s not even evening.
And it was cherry. Of course, her lips taste like goddamn cherry. Cherry, with a hint of impending doom.
Ruby doesn’t leave her room for the next few hours, probably fell asleep after her shower. By now, I already know that she likes to sleep after, well, lying in the sun and dozing? I never met someone who sleeps so much, but me and my team also rarely get the opportunity to spend our days like that.
It is a good thing that I have most of the day to myself because it gives me the time to think about how I can coax her into driving to the country club with me.
I could do it the Logan way and just tie her up, pull a sack over her head, and haul her into the car. I don’t know if that would make a good impression, though.
The biggest problem also isn’t getting her there, since she always seems happy about any opportunity to leave the house, but to get her to behave towards the guy.
Ruby cannot behave. It’s like asking a dolphin to fly.
But I solved problems that were way above this in the last few years of my career, so I should be able to get the little brat to come with me and act the way I want her to.
