Page 33 of Kissing Kayley
A few times I caught Vic watching me, as if trying to decipher my thoughts, and I felt a little self-conscious in ways I didn’t understand.
It was something else I would unpack later when I could do so without distractions.
And without observers.
When we reached the end of our chat, Derek leaned back in his chair and studied me for a long moment.
“I’m feeling better about this… situation”—he circled a finger at me—“than I did last night. I spoke with your brother again, and with the head of my security, who’s also been talking with him. I’m hoping this works out for all of us. I’ve been assured, again, that unless some major stuff goes down, there should be minimal to no impact on our operations.”
“That’s my hope, too,” I said.
The last thing I wanted was to interrupt the daily operations of this place. Especially now that I knew more about it, abouthow they cared for people in need. How they were a refuge and sanctuary and even provided educations for some, and they were far more than a kinky playground for rich people.
Although considering my income bracket, I supposed I also ticked that box even though I didn’t live extravagantly and felt more like an “average” person for the most part.
Eh, before I became the First Sister-In-Law, that was.
When we emerged from Derek’s office, before Vic could say anything I said, “Let’s go back to the room for a little bit. I need to… decompress.”
I hadn’t seen the other couple since we’d left them in the Dungeon, but I felt certain one or both of them were most likely hanging around and watching us, even now.
Dammit.
Vic gently squeezed my hand. “Sure, baby. Let’s do that.”
I struggled not to look around for our secret shadows, to focus straight ahead of me during our walk to the room. Once we were finally safely behind our locked door I kicked off my shoes and headed toward the bedroom to change into something comfy.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Not yet,” I said. “I’m surprised I’m still vertical after that breakfast.” I stripped and pulled on leggings and an oversized T-shirt before flopping face first onto our bed.
That’s when I finally processed housekeeping had tidied up while we were out.
Duh. They would have known we were talking to Derek.
Vic followed me into the bedroom and I heard thepopandhissof a soda can. I looked and spotted he was sipping ginger ale.
He’d already removed his shoes and he settled on the edge of the bed. “What would you like to do next?”
I rolled over so I could rest my head against his thigh. “Decompress for a few minutes, at least,” I said. “I’m too full for sex,” I added.
“Aww,” he playfully said, but I knew he was teasing.
“How about we take a walk and head down to that smaller lake?” I suggested. “I’ll be your Little Red Riding Hood, and you can be my big, bad wolf.”
That pulled a smile from him. “Maybe you’ll be Little Red Ride-Your-Ass,” he teased.
I groaned. “That has to be a very old and bad pun.”
“Maybe among kinksters who aren’t me,” he said, turning so he could sit up against the headboard and stretch his legs out.
I shifted position to snuggle tightly against his side. “Was that a huge ball pit I saw down in the arcade?”
“I believe it was. Why?”
“I don’t know. Can someone who’s not a Little go jump into it?”
He laughed. “I’m sure they can. I’m willing to bet it’s cleaner than 99.9% of any public ball pit, too.”
