e, overwhelmed
with excitement.
“Yes, the balls room as Elliot calls it. The apartment is
quite spacious. I realized today, when you mentioned
exploring, that I’ve never given you a tour. We don’t ha一ve
time now, but I thought I’d show you this room, and
maybe challenge you to a game of billiards in the not-toodistant
future.”
I grin at him.
“Bring it on.” I secretly hug myself with glee. José and I
bonded over pool. We’ve been playing for the last three
years. I am ace with a cue. José has been a good teacher.
years. I am ace with a cue. José has been a good teacher.
“What?” Christian asks, amused.
Oh! I really must stop expressing every emotion I
feel the instant I feel it, I scold myself.
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
Christian narrows his eyes.
“Well, maybe Doctor Flynn can uncover your secrets.
You’ll meet him this evening.”
“The expensive charlatan?” Holy shit.
“The very same. He’s dying to meet you.”
Christian takes my hand and gently skims his thumb across
my knuckles as we sit in the back of the Audi heading
north. I squirm, and feel the sensation in my groin. I resist
the urge to moan, as Taylor is in the front, not wearing his
iPod, with one of the security guys whose name I think is
Sawyer.
I am beginning to feel a dull, pleasurable ache deep in
my belly, caused by the balls. Idly, I wonder, how long will
I be able to manage without some, um . . . relief? I cross
my legs. As I do, something that’s been niggling me in the
back of my mind suddenly surfaces.
“Where did you get the lipstick?” I ask Christian
quietly.
He smirks at me and points toward the front. “Taylor,”
he mouths.
I burst out laughing. “Oh.” And stop quickly—the
balls.
I bite my lip. Christian smiles at me, his eyes gleaming
wickedly. He knows exactly what he’s doing, sexy beast
that he is.
“Relax,” he breathes. “If it’s too much . . .” His voice
trails off, and he gently kisses each knuckle in turn, then
gently sucks the tip of my little finger.
Now I know he’s doing this on purpose. I close m
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