Page 47 of Ruin
I wonder if there is anything that fazes this woman? My cheeks are basically on fire at this point, while she’s cool as a cucumber, asking if I want to watch her get fucked by the guy I have fuzzy feelings for. This is all like something out of the twilight zone.
I clear my throat. “Um… yes?”
She keeps on grinning, like I’ve just given her the best gift. “Good to know. So when we were talking last night, what other stuff was going through your head? Is it only watching, or… would you be into group activities? Or maybe some girl on girl action?”
I bury my face into my hands, and she cackles again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“You’re the worst,” I mutter into my hands.
“Lies. I’m awesome. I’ll stop embarrassing you now. But I’ll be scheming.”
I sigh and lift my head. “Something tells me you’re never not scheming, Annika James.”
She giggles. “You know me so well.” She heads towards the door, smacking my butt on the way past, causing me to jump. “Now get dancing woman.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She stops, turning to look over her shoulder with a sultry smile. “Oh, I like that!” And then continues on out the door.
There’s really nothing more I can do but shake my head at this point.
And once she’s gone, I find my old favourite song and work on remembering the routine I once created for it, welcoming the way the music flows through me once again.
22
BET YOU’VE HAD A LOT OF SEX IN THIS CAR
SEBASTIAN
“How amI meant to know what to wear if you won’t tell me where we are going?” Lily says, standing in the open doorway of her bedroom in a fluffy bathrobe with her hands on her hips.
Looking up from my phone, I smirk at the scowl on her face.
I’d forgotten how impatient she can be, and her inability to handle surprises.
“Just dress comfortably,” I reply, shaking my head. “You’re not going to get it out of me, so there’s no use pouting about it.”
“But… are we going out out, or to someone’s house? Seriously, give me something?” she begs, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Lily, look at what I’m wearing? Base your choice on that.” I gesture towards my jeans and fitted black t-shirt, and she runs a critical eye over me.
It’s so much like our interactions before her marriage that it’s like stepping back in time. She always used to check me out, and before I’d become comfortable in this world, I’d found myself using her levels of arousal as an indicator of whether my outfit worked for me. Suits seem to get her going the most, but,judging by the way her eyes are drifting over me right now, I guess this outfit gets the tick of approval as well.
“Fine,” she says, before spinning on her heel and flouncing back into her room.
It reminds me so much of Annika that I have to shake my head. Clearly they have been spending far too much time together.
She reappears half an hour later wearing red stilettos, a short black skirt and a fitted, cream satin top with thin straps. Other than when she snuck into the club night, it’s the first time I’ve seen her wear make-up since she arrived, and her hair is hanging loose down her back in flowing waves.
She looks beautiful, and for a brief moment, I’m speechless as I run my eyes over her.
She glances down at her outfit, then brings her hesitant gaze to mine. “Is this okay?”
My mouth suddenly feels dry and I clear my throat as I nod. “Yes. Although maybe bring a jacket, as it’s still a little cool at night.”
She points at me. “Ah ha! So there is an outside part of the night.”
I roll my eyes and get to my feet. “You have been spending far too much time with Annika,” I reply, voicing my thoughts from earlier.
