Page 14 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Chase

Victoria shoved me hard enough to send me stumbling back.

“Don’t touch it!” she snapped, scrambling off the table and blocking the phone like I might dive for it. She straightened her clothes with jerky movements, panic flashing across her face. When I peeled off the condom, she flushed and snatched the phone from the table.

“Hey, Nana.”

“Hi, honey!” An older woman’s cheery voice blasted through the speaker. Victoria winced and pulled the phone away from her ear.

I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped.

She scowled.

“Victoria?”

“I’m here!”

“Is everything okay? You sound like you’re breathing heavy.”

A smirk pulled at my mouth.

Victoria shot me a glare and made a “zip it” gesture across her lips. She spoke into the phone like she might a walkie talkie. “Everything is fine, Nana. I was just doing some cleaning.”

“Which cabin?”

“Um, just a couple here and there.” Victoria watched me through suspicious eyes as I walked into the kitchenette and tossed the condom in the trash. I turned on the taps at the sink, which earned me another glare.

Through the phone, her grandmother’s voice sharpened. “You’re not throwing anything out, are you?”

“Of course not.” Victoria gave me a pointed look. “I promise the only thing I’m tossing out of this cabin is garbage.”

I let the smirk grow as I washed my hands. Then, eyes locked on hers, I scooped water into my palm and drank, lapping up the water with my tongue.

The anger in her gaze faltered. She swallowed and faced away.

Her grandmother made a disapproving sound. “I worry about you, honey. You work too hard.”

“It’s okay, Nana.”

“No, it’s not. And those damn Valentis are responsible.”

I moved back into the living room. Victoria stood in the middle of it, a shaft of winter sunlight setting her hair aflame.

My dick stirred. Christ, I was ready for a second round with her.

But from the look on her face, she’d just remembered our families were at war.

There was also the issue of me leaving Virginville without telling her.

Her hand tightened around the phone. “Don’t worry, Nana. I won’t let anything happen to the lodge.”

“Oh, Victoria, you put my old mind at ease. But no more cleaning tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day. You should be out with a nice young man. Someone who will buy you dinner and treat you right.”

Victoria’s stare bored into mine. “Unfortunately, men like that are hard to find.”

Her grandmother’s tone turned ironic. “It’s always been that way, dear. Women have been settling for centuries.” There was a shuffling sound over the line, then she said, “Oh, how wonderful, the activity coordinator is here. A bunch of us are having a Valentine’s Day dance.” She chuckled. “Keep your fingers crossed we don’t trip each other with our walkers.”

Victoria’s expression softened. “Enjoy your evening, Nana.”

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