Page 46 of Wicked Little Game
She turns around to face me, stretching out her body as she rolls on her back and lets her head dangle over the mattress. Fuck, how much I want to shove my cock down her throat. She holds her hands out to me, a tired smile on her face.
I sigh as I pull her up, and she stands up from the bed. At least she’s not naked, but her oversized shirt hitches up, exposing a tiny pink thong.
“You think you’re able to get ready in an hour?”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going on a trip? Or did you already forget that?”
“Ah, yes. I just didn’t think we were going this early,” she says with a yawn as she walks over to the bathroom, coming back with a toothbrush in her mouth a minute later.
“Put on something nice. Appropriate-nice, not Ruby-nice, understand?”
She mumbles something and I can’t make out a single word, but I hope it is“Yes, sir, I’m going to put on a decent outfit.”
I leave her room to let her get ready and continue to prepare the speech I’m going to give her once we arrive at the country club to convince her to be nice to the guy.
Not too nice though, I don’t want to kill someone.
Ten minutes pass, then thirty, and then almost an hour, and just when I want to stomp back up there to tell Ruby to get going, she comes out of her room. She’s wearing a short skirt that has me thinking about what I could do to her while she’s wearing that.
I don’t know much about fashion, or about the appropriate attire for a country club, but I guess her outfitis fitting. She definitely looks good in it, maybe a bit too good, but then again, that’s a general issue with Ruby.
“Oh, Sam, you lookhandsome,” she giggles as she puts her hand on my chest for a second before I start to gently shove her towards the stairs.
I get her into the car without a fight, even though Ruby repeatedly, and not very subtly, tried to convince me to let her drive. But this would mean telling her where we’re going, which would be a bad idea.
She talks for a while until I tell her to shut up or I’ll cancel our trip. A tiny, very tiny, part of me feels bad for letting her run right into this trap, but I can’t risk losing Mr. Barron's trust. Not now. And she’s always so eager to leave the house either way.
I connected my headphones to my phone, so that Ruby doesn’t hear the driving instructions, but as we’re almost at the country club, she recognizes where we are.
She glares at me, and I immediately lock all the doors. I wouldn’t put it past her to jump out of a moving car just to prove a point.
“Sam, why are we driving to Rosewood Hills? Don’t tell me you want to go golfing with me.”
“Yeah, so, about this trip… Don’t freak out.”
19
RUBY
“Ican’t believe you did this,” I snarl as Samuel tells me why we’re here. I’m used to my father lying to manipulate me into doing things he’ll profit from, but I really wouldn’t have thought that Samuel would be so compliant in betraying me.
But he’s working for my father and not for me, so it’s only logical that he obeys his orders. And I can’t blame him for tricking me, because there’s no way I would have sat my ass in this car if I knew what was waiting for me.
I am still angry at him as he tells me to behave, that this is an important meeting for my father, and that I should be nice to the guy. And I really, really want to ruin this wholedate, but then I see a man in the parking lot.
He’s tall, not as tall as Sam, but still way bigger than me, leaning against a vintage sports car. He runs a hand over his blond buzz cut and I see that not only his hands are tattooed, because black ink also peeks out from underneath his fitted satin dress shirt. His expression tells me he’s as annoyed as I am to be here, looking at his watch whenever he doesn’t let his gaze wander over the parking lot.
A sharp exhale comes from my left. Sam is obviously morethan pissed that I checked the guy out. He tries to hide it as soon as I look at him, but now that I know he doesn’t like this at all, I’m going to make him regret lying to me.
“Come on, firecracker, let’s get this over with,” he says while he gets out of the car and walks over to open the door for me. Surprising; maybe I should go on more dates with other guys to get him to act like a gentleman. “Andbe niceto him, or else you can explain whatever fuckup you produce to your dad.”
“Firecracker?” I ask as I get out of the car. “That’s a new one. I thought I was your dipshit.”
“You’re notmydipshit, you’readipshit. Big difference. And now get going.”
I check my makeup in the reflection in the mirror before turning to Samuel, who walks so close behind me that feel his presence looming over me.
