Page 45 of Kings of Lust
Thethreeof them talking about me, since Cole was there too.
I could literally beg the ground to open up and swallow me whole, from only thinking of what their discussions could have been about, and how exactly Ferris found out that I had slept with Brax.
Did he give out the details? My motives?
In a strange way, I was bursting with curiosity, but it wasn’t something that I could ask very easily. Still, I decided to play it cool ‘I don’t even want to know what you’ve talked about. Unless it involves the rebellion. And from the look on your face, I guess it doesn’t.’
‘We settled that subject while you were still here. There was nothing left to talk about regarding it. Besides, I have to meet with that piece of shit tomorrow at some politician’s brunch. And now that does involve me leaving the house!’ Ferris really seemed pissed off about it, especially since the plan of the governor personally coming to see him didn’t seem to have worked out.
‘I’m sorry, I thought Cole could convince him to come and see you here.’
‘His schedule is too tight. He could only come to me next Friday, but that would throw our plans off track. So I agreed to meet him tomorrow.’ A hint of anger mixed with frustration as he spoke, made me realize that this was anything but easy for him. ‘Fucking brunch,’ he continued cursing, taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves.
‘I’m sorry you have to go through with it. But I do have an idea about making things a little easier for you.’
‘What idea?’ Me havinganotherplan didn’t sound too good in his ears. And who could blame him?
‘You’ll see. But I need to borrow something from you first.’
‘I was going to talk to you about having your own card.’
‘Jesus, not money,’ I laughed. ‘Just come with me.’ I walked towards his bedroom, going straight into his walk-in dressing room.
‘What do you need? Maybe I could help,’ Ferris offered his assistance as I was actively going through his shirts.
‘Here, put this on,’ I threw him a simple black t-shirt then carried on searching out one for myself.
‘What’s wrong with the one I’m wearing?’ Nothing was wrong. He looked devilishly delicious with or without a shirt, but the designer brand logo imprinted on his chest pocket was interfering with my plans.
‘I need you to look less... royal.’
‘Why?’
‘You asked me to trust you. Now I’m asking you to trust me. Put this on, and turn around.’ I threw him a black cap and as soon as he turned around, tugged one of his shirts over my head.
‘You made me turn so I don’t watch you change?’ He laughed, realizing what I was up to, defying my request, and whirling back to look at me. ‘I think I I’ve seen you naked enough times to be able to look at you while you change.’ With two swift steps, he was by my side gliding a wandering hand across the small of my back.
‘This is exactly why I told you to turn. I want to get dressed, not undressed,’ I smiled, reaching for a pair of his jeans and pulling them on ‘Do you have a belt?’ I asked.
‘Kinky. I like it.’
‘For the pants, Ferris.’
‘You can take off mine.’
‘Ok,’ I smiled, reaching for his buckle and unfastening it under his already aroused gaze.
I guess he didn’t get the dressing versus undressing message since he was still waiting for me to continue, right to the moment he noticed I was really putting his belt on. ‘Do you have a pair of joggers?’ I couldn’t see what was what through so many clothes.
‘What do you think?’
‘I think you should put them on.’
‘Ok, but first tell me what’s going on here.’
‘We’re going out.’
‘The fuck we are.’ That was a decisivenoon his part. But when did I ever let a negative answer stop me?
