Page 41 of Wicked Little Game
“Stop lying. I’m surprised that you even know that word.”
“And what if I suddenly feel really weak? You can’t let me drown. My father would kill you if I died just because you refused to help me.”
She’s acting as if she’s close to fainting, and I take the opportunity to splash water in her direction. Now she’s coughing as if she’s really close to dying. Overdramatic little thing.
“Dipshit,” I grumble as I pull off my shirt and get into the pool, not wanting to give her too much time to ogle me. “You better keep your distance or I’ll be the reason you drown in this pool.”
For a second, we’re just eying each other like two gladiators in an arena before Ruby breaks the tension by climbing on one of the inflatable loungers that float around in the pool. She looks like she wants to audition for the role of the little mermaid with how she’s lying on that giant seashell.
Unfortunately, she also looks smoking hot in that tiny bikini. I wonder where they sell those skimpy little things and if they cost less because they use up less fabric. Probably the opposite.
Anyway, they shouldn’t exist, at least not on Ruby, because now I have to readjust my swim shorts that get too tight while I watch her get comfortable.
“So, I get that you’re not one to talk about yourself a lot. You wanna know anything about me? Or did my father tell you all the horrible things about me when he hired you?”
“I already know enough about you. So, no, thank you. Not interested,” I say, struggling to keep up my act.
“Ouch.” She laughs at my words and I fear she thinks insults are my love language. Well, maybe they fucking are.
“Not even one little question? Nothing you want to know about me?”
I guess being goddamn annoying is her love language.
“No,” I insist, reaching for my cigarette pack to light up another one. She’s terrible for my health, mental and physical.
Ruby turns around on the inflatable, her ass on full display for me. Water droplets run down her body, down the curve of her lower back until they pool on the clear plastic. Makes me want to lick every single drop off of her body.
Or grab that pretty ass. I just have to wait, eventually she’ll give me a reason to color that perfect cheeks red again.
She giggles, and I’m almost convinced she can read my thoughts. It sure seems like it with the way she arches her back even more.
“Your father should pay me compensation to put up with you,” I say, adjusting my swim shorts. Again.
“Isn’t it tiring?” She suddenly asks, turning her head around to face me.
“What?”
“Trying to act like you can’t stand me.”
17
RUBY
Samuel is quiet in his corner of the pool, trying to appear really focused on his cigarette while I grin to myself. I thought about this whole situation between us since we had that little talk two days ago.
I got my feelings back under control, well; I got them back in the corner at the back of my mind where they belong, and I decided to keep them there.
He’s too hot to ruin all of this because I can’t keep a clear head, and sooner or later, he’s gone either way. As long as I suppress any feelings for him that aren’t“horny”,I should be fine.
And then, when he’s gone, I can suffer in silence.
“Can you imagine this house is the first thing I have that comes close to an actual home? We traveled around for most of my childhood.”
We were on the runwould be more fitting, but I keep that thought to myself.
“I probably already forgot a few of the places. Cyprus, Switzerland, Italy, we even lived in a really rural part of Peru for a while. And I mean alpacas and chicken in front of ourhouse-rural. It was nice though, the kids in the village were really sweet.”
I look over to Samuel, who’s still acting uninterested in my story, but that never kept me from talking.
