Page 20 of Her Every Fantasy

Frankly, I resented her a little for not burying her head in the sand like the rest of us. ‘Would you believe me if I said no?’

Savvie hesitated a moment too long.

Bile teased the back of my throat. ‘Why are we talking about this?’

‘She was a little upset. When I told her I was coming here, she asked me to talk to you.’

The sensation congealed further. ‘How long have you been waiting to drop this on me?’

‘I’m not dropping anything on you, Bryce. I’m just passing on a message. Your sister misses you. Whether you ever had a connection or not, she’s reaching out to you. Are you going to leave her hanging?’

I gritted my teeth until my jaw protested. ‘How the hell can you ask me that?You know.’

She shook her head. ‘No, I don’t know. Isurmisedthat your parents were worse than useless. But you never actually talked about them. Except that they were dead. And that the rest of your family was the worst of the worst. But don’t you think you’ve hung onto that excuse for long enough?’

‘You have no idea what you’re talking about.’

Limpid golden brown eyes stared at me for several seconds, seeing goodness knew what. Making my stomach churn. Then she shrugged. ‘Maybe not. All said and done, I guess I’m not an authority on family myself, right?’

I remained silent, fuming that she’d dragged up subjects I wanted to remain buried.

‘I’m still starving. Can I order another starter?’

And just like that she’d moved on. Except that faint gleam of reproof lingered in her eyes, raking over my irritation. Who the hell was she to throw this in my face?

She’s the girl who always made things make sense when your crazy family threatened your sanity. She saved you more times than you could count.

But then she lied and broke her promise.

I sat back, my gaze on her face. What the hell was her angle?

‘Bryce?’

‘You know you don’t need my permission to order what you want.’

‘True, I don’t need your permission but I’m trying to make nice again. Obviously, I’m wasting my time.’ She raised her hand, got the waiter’s attention and ordered a small platter of oysters. When it came she devoured the first one, then, with a furtive glance at me, she drizzled chilli oil on the next one, just the way I liked it, picked it up and held it to my lips. ‘Go on, take it. You know you want to,’ she whispered, that hint of a dare back in her voice.

It reminded me of my Truth or Dare plan back in the car before the conversation had taken a left turn into crazy town.

I leaned forward and gripped her delicate wrist in one hand. Ignoring her sharp intake of breath, I opened my mouth and took the offered morsel, making sure to wrap my lips around her fingers too. She shifted in her seat, tried to pull back. I tightened my grip, rolling my tongue over the pads of her fingers.

‘Bryce...’

Only when I was satisfied that the only thing on her mind was sex, did I release her.

‘It’s my turn to play the game, I believe?’

She blinked a few times but the haze didn’t completely leave her eyes. ‘Umm...’

‘So, rosebud, truth or dare?’

Her elegant throat moved in a delicate swallow. ‘Truth. Always.’

I wanted to disagree. She hadn’t always been truthful. Hell, she’d downright lied when she’d made a promise she knew she wouldn’t keep.

But I’d had enough heavy talk for one day. ‘Very well. Tell me one thing you haven’t done yet in the bedroom department.’

Her eyes flared wide and she blinked. ‘What?’

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