Page 64 of Risky Game

“Hey. You answered.”

I squirmed beneath the sheets and kept the view above my naked shoulders. “Well, you called.”

Silly man.

“Right.” He chuckled, scrubbing his hair. “You’re driving me crazy. All this sir stuff. You have no idea what it’s doing to me.”

“Oh?” Was it new for him? He’d alluded to it earlier, but still. “It’s new to me too, you know.”

“I hadn’t.” His voice was a thick rasp. Confused. Frustrated. My heart started to sting when he blinked and then glared at me through the screen. “If I told you what to do now, would you listen?”

Oh… well… “I guess that depends.”

I was in my brother’s house after all. I was also naked. On fire for him. So damn turned on I could easily slip my fingers beneath the sheets and—

“I don’t want you touching yourself this weekend.”

He wouldn’t. “You’re joking.”

“You’re driving me crazy. I’m going to make sure you feel the same pain. Told you that mouth would get you into trouble.” He gave me a wicked smile that had my toes curling into the sheets. “Will you listen?”

I could lie easily. He’d never know. There was no way. And yet…

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But only if you do the same.”

He barked out a laugh that was cold. Cooled me down the slightest bit. “Oh, Ruby. You’re not the one in control here. We’ll see you Monday.”

The phone screen froze and blackened. I gaped at it, far longer than normal before I chucked it to the bed next to me and threw off the covers.

He was a horrible, horrible man. I didn’t have to listen to him. I didn’t need to do anything he told me to do.

So why was I stomping to the dresser and yanking on my pajamas instead of staying in that bed, naked, taking care of myself?

What did that say about me?

“Can you chop this up for the salad?”

Molly handed me cucumbers, broccoli, and tomatoes. The pasta was boiling on the stove and she’d already mixed the dressing for the pasta salad.

We started prepping for the Labor Day party yesterday, and today we were finishing up sides we wanted to ensure were fresh.

Since I hated cooking, I’d been put in charge of all the chopping.

“Yep. Would love to.” I started on the cucumbers first, peeling off some of the outer skin. “It was really nice of you to volunteer to host this.”

Especially since they were doing it for Amelia, and in a way, Logan. I hadn’t spoken with him since that call on Friday night. Over two days and I was losing my mind. Over two days and I’d been walking around like I imagined a man in his late teens, ready to hump anything I saw. Even the cucumber in my hand tempted me.

I was strung tight, disgusted with myself, and yet every time I thought of Logan’s words, the way he’d asked if I’d listen to him like it was important to him… I became so damn turned on to the point it was almost painful.

Last night, Jassen had walked into the kitchen where I was standing, head shoved into the freezer in an effort to cool myself down.

If Logan didn’t give me relief soon, I was going to throttle him. Wrap my hands around his sexy, corded throat and choke the life out of him.

“Jassen said it’d be good for the team to have him around and be a bit more personal, too. And I’m sure Amelia could use some friends. She’s still on the preschool waiting list?”

It’d been less than two weeks since I added her and wasn’t surprised there hadn’t been a change, but I’d hoped some child would drop out so she could start going.

“Yeah.” I moved on from peeling to chopping. “And I know friends would be good for her, but this was still a lot for you to take on.”

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