Seven
Cameo
Laying in Alec and my bed while talking to another man is something that I never imagined myself doing, yet here I am. When I couldn’t sleep after his text messages, I tossed and turned for far too long before getting brave enough to send him a message.
Every little thing that comes from his mouth is dirty.
I don’t know what it is about him, but every time he says anything dirty to me, all rational thoughts leave me and the only thing I can think of is him.
“Tell me what your favorite thing is.” His voice is like a whisper that caresses me without him even touching me.
“Um, I don’t know. I guess I like to read.” My eyes travel the room to the bookshelf that I have near the closet door. Alec hates it because he says I only read smut and that it doesn’t even benefit him.
“Let me guess, you like those dirty books, huh?”
I giggle at his tone, and I can imagine the grin on his lips.
“Alec thinks they are worthless and that I should get rid of the ones that I have.” I frown at the last argument we had about them. I was reading a book during our last vacation, and he claimed that I was too invested in the book that I ignored him for the whole drive there.
“He’s an idiot then. If anything he should have you showing him just what you are reading about. How about you show me?”
My heart starts to race as I think about some of the things that I’ve only ever read about and never dared thought to try. Things like that freak me out in a weird way. Maybe it’s some of the taboo nature that I have always been taught to stay away from or maybe it’s the thought of being that intimate with another person.
“Stop thinking so hard about it babe. I will make everything so fucking good for you.”
The way he talks makes me think that maybe this isn’t just a one-time thing for him. He seems to genuinely want to get to know me.
“No sex talk,” I chastise.
“My bad. Okay, no more sex talk for the good girl. Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything.”
“Well…” I start, not really sure where to even start. “I’m twenty-nine and from Southern California. I went to college for business management, but have never really had a job in that field. I moved here about five years ago and met Alec not too long after that.”
He groans into the phone, and I have a feeling that it’s because of the mention of Alec again. He did it the first time I said his name.
“And you’ve been with him since then.” It isn’t a question.
“Yes. He and I have been together since I moved here. I met him at a party, and he was sweet and kind, nothing like you.”
He laughs at that one.
“So you only like men who talk to you all hoity-toity? I mean, babe, I can whisper sweet nothings into your ear all fucking night and still fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming out my name as you come.”
I squirm slightly, squeezing my thighs together.
“Am I getting you wet?”
I close my eyes and force myself not to think about that. I can’t. I need to know that I can resist whatever hold it is he has on me right now.
“No.”
“In just one word, I can tell you’re lying to me. I bet you are. Take those fingers of yours and run them through the wetness.” His voice is hoarse, and I bite my lip, trying like hell not to do what he says.
“You said you wouldn’t talk about sex,” I whisper, trying not to let him hear how much he’s affecting me.
Every romance book that I’ve ever read has had the same type of alpha males. Ones that make you wet with just a few words and wanting more. I want more even though I know how wrong this is.
“Okay, fine. I’ll keep it strictly platonic if you come tomorrow.”
I sigh and run my hand down the center of my body as I think of what answer to give him. I can just say yes and then not show up, killing two birds with one stone, or I can just give in.
“I’ll come.”
“Oh hell yeah, you will.” I can hear the humor in his voice, and I think about how bad that sounds.
“Gosh, you are such a teenaged boy,” I groan.
“Nope. All man, baby. Rock, hard man.” Rolling my eyes to myself, I roll over on to my stomach and put the phone on speakerphone.
“So your turn. Tell me about you.” I slide my hand against Alec’s empty side of the bed. Maybe it’s just because I’m lonely. I spend almost every hour of every day here by myself. No real friends and a fiancé who works more than he’s home.
“Well as you know, I own a gym. It’s practically my life, and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”
“You mean you like sleeping with your clients,” I state sounding a little bitter.
He makes a tsking noise, and I grin to myself. “Now you are talking about sex. I thought you said no sex talk. I mean unless you want to come over and let me show –”
I cut him off. “No, I want you to keep telling me about you, Sager.”
He laughs before he continues; the sound of it is sexy as heck. “I’m thirty-two, and I’ve lived in this town all my life. I came from money, but my parents cut me off when I turned eighteen because I wasn’t good enough of a son for them. I’ve been kinda on my own for a while.”
“Why did they cut you off?” I know it’s probably way too personal of a thing to ask him, but I can’t help it.
“I was somewhat of a rebel kid. I never did what they wanted and fucked all their rich friends’ daughters. They thought I did it for attention and that might have been true for the most part, but half of those daughters came to me. They wanted a piece of me just to piss off their daddies, and I didn’t care enough to stop it from happening.”
The one thing that is running through my head is how many women he has been with. My handful of men is no comparison to the number of women he’s been with. The thought itself makes me sick.
“How many people have you been with?” The question catches me off guard, and I roll over to my back as I think about whether I should tell him the truth or not.
“You can tell me. I won’t judge.” When I don’t say anything, he starts to guess. “Don’t tell me he’s your first.”
“No,” I whisper.
“Two.” I still don’t say anything. “Three?” I stay silent still, afraid of him to get the right number. “Four, no five. I’m number five.”
“Yes.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to calm myself down a little. I never even told Alec how many men I slept with before him. Maybe he just never cared enough to ask.
“Fuck, that’s sexy as shit.” He goes completely silent on the other end of the line, and I have to ask if he’s still there. “Yeah, sorry babe. I was just picturing you right here with me.”
“Why?” I question, not really getting it. No one has ever said these types of things to me before, and I don’t even know how to process them, let alone respond.
“Cameo, you’ve been the only fucking thing on my mind since we met in that store. I am craving you.”
It’s my turn to go completely silent on him. I don’t know what to say to that, and I feel the same way as him, only I can’t admit to it. I can’t tell him the same things because I am engaged to be married to someone else.
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The sound of the house phone ringing wakes me up a few hours later. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I see that it’s after three in the afternoon. Jumping out of bed, I make my way to Alec’s side of the bed and grab the phone off the cradle and hit the answer button.
“Hello?” I croak out.
“Hello, darling. Your phone is off. I was trying to get a hold of you all day. Everything okay?” I rub the sleep out of my eyes and sit on the bed.
“Sorry, it must have died, and I didn’t realize it.” My hand slides through the blankets and over the sheets looking for the phone. When my phone finally hits it, I snag it and check the screen. Sure enough, it’s dead.
“Are you still in bed?” he asks.
“Yeah, I didn’t feel well today and thought that I would sleep it off.” I lay back on the bed, thinking about the hours that Sager and I spent on the phone last night talking.
“Well, I hope you feel better, darling. I just wanted to check on you. I’ll call you tonight. I should be home on Tuesday.” A feeling of dread fills me.
“Four days? I didn’t think you’d be gone that long. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything is fine. We are acquiring a new business, and it’s taking some extra long nights to get the deal squared away. I’ll be home before you know it.” Someone calls his name and I hear him answer the person quietly.
“I’m sorry, dear, but I need to get back to work. Have a great day, and I’ll call you later tonight.” Closing my eyes, I tell him that I love him and I’ll talk to him later.
“I love you too,” he answers.
The line goes dead, and I hang up the phone. Rolling over to my side of the bed, I put my phone on the charger and wait for it to start back up.
As the phone turns itself back on, I hear the notifications dinging every few seconds until it’s all caught up. Grabbing it, I look at the screen and see a few missed calls from the women at the country club and a text message from Alec. He said he tried to get ahold of me all day. One time does not count as all day.
Another set of messages comes through, and I see S as the contact name.
S: I woke up late for work and it’s your fault. You need to make it up to me.
S: Missed you this morning for your usual workout. You better not bail on me tonight.
S: Tell me your number one fantasy.
I shake my head as I read through the messages from him. He is too much sometimes. I don’t even know what to say back to him, so instead, I make him wait to see if I even show up.
Who am I kidding, there is no way I’m going to pass up a chance to see him again tonight. Our conversations were intriguing if not satisfying. I loved being able to ask him questions about himself as well as letting him tell me all sorts of random things about himself.
Now, I am counting down the hours until eight o’clock so I get a chance to see him again. I can’t wait until I get to see him again.
Checking the time again, I can’t help but grin. Less than five hours to go. Maybe I should… No, I can’t. I shouldn’t be thinking about dressing up for a man that isn’t my fiancé. Lingerie is a little more personal.
S: I’ll have you on your knees by the end of the night babe, so be ready.
I squeeze my thighs together just thinking about what he has planned for tonight.