“Oh!” Jim exclaimed suddenly. “I just got this new vid. It’s really awesome. You’re a pretend assassin and every decision you make alters the outcome of the game. Cool, huh? It’s a riot.”
“I see.”
Jim took my response as an affirmation to keep going. He went into painful detail about all the choices he had made thus far, which dragons he’d fought, which guild of thieves he’d bested.
A part of me wanted to snap – to tell him that I wasn’t at all interested in his juvenile pursuits. Video games were for kids, why the hell hadn’t he figured that out yet? Still, he was a nice guy and I just couldn’t bring myself to be mean.
But if this boring drone continued, I might just lose my mind.
The kettle whistled loudly, momentarily drowning out Jim’s voice. Thank God. Another second of that and I probably would have done something awful. I allowed it to boil a little longer, preferring the shrill, ear-piercing sound over Jim’s wheezy voice.
Finally, I turned off the stove and poured the water into a mug.
And unbelievably, Jim was still going on about his game.
He hadn’t noticed my absence.
The way I’d said nothing for two whole minutes.
God, would he ever stop?
Dropping a tea bag into the water, I thought of Mason. I could only imagine what he would do to me right now. Maybe he’d bend me over the kitchen counter and take me from behind. Oh god yes. Or maybe he would lift me up, spread my legs and push deep into my sweetest spot. Oh yeah. Rough and possessive, exactly the way I wanted it. He made me feel like a porn star, the only girl in the world who could satisfy his needs.
And frankly, I was starting to think he was the only man who could satisfy mine. Even as I sat there, absentmindedly sipping on my tea, my legs were subconsciously parted, as if waiting for him to arrive at any moment. All my life, I’d guarded my virginity like it was my most prized possession but now, I wanted to give it up to an alpha I barely knew. It didn’t make any sense. Why was I so attracted to a felon of all things? Why did he make me so hot?
Jim’s voice blabbed on, smarmy and annoying.
“And then I had to go on this mission where the objective was to annoy a chicken. Luckily at the end, I got a pet chicken as a reward. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with it, but it’s pretty cool. I named him Clucky. Isn’t that cute?”
“Mm-hmm,” I answered mechanically. I was too far gone in my fantasy of Mason to give Jim any real attention. God, if only I had met Mason under different circumstances. Maybe things would have been different.
Maybe.
Woulda.
Coulda.
Shoulda.
Dammit. I sighed with disappointment. The truth was that I was living a lie. A hopeless, sad little life where I snuck off into prison bathrooms to get naughty with a convicted felon. That’s who I was.
Jim’s voice droned on.
“Anyway, that’s that. I think it’s going to be a pretty good game.”
“Mm-hmm,” I answered again.
What was Mason doing right now? Was he still in the library, sitting in his throne-like chair, looking like a king? Or was he at the gym, pumping iron, shirt off, looking like a modern-day Adonis? I smiled to myself, picturing his muscles rippling underneath that bronzed skin. God, I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into him. I wanted him. So bad.
“… what do you say to a date later this week?”
I startled awake.
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” My words were automatic. By the time I realized what I had done, it was already too late. I bit my lip, tempted to cut him off and interrupt no, I was busy.
But I couldn’t.
I’m a good girl, with one naughty secret.
And Jim rushed ahead.
“Really? Awesome. I’ll pick you up on Monday then. Seven sound okay?”
I hesitated. Maybe I could find a way out of this. Tell him I had a commitment or something, but I just couldn’t bring myself to reject the poor guy outright. He worked with animals, and that made him a good person.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” came my mumble.
“Perfect! See you then, Laney. Have a nice night, okay? Goodnight!”
“Goodnight,” I said before quickly hanging up the phone. Uck. Why did I do this to myself? I wasn’t even interested in Jim, so why was I still trying?
I shook my head.
Not to mention, another man had licked my pussy. Tasted it, nuzzled, even bit my clit hard. My juices had poured down another man’s throat. I couldn’t possibly keep leading Jim on when I was head over heels with Mason.
Head over heels?
What?
Oh god.
This had to stop.
But not yet … because I desperately wanted what came next.