Page 43 of Challenge
“Oh great,” I moan.
“But we don’t judge. Ever.” Camden pins me with a serious look that somehow calms my nerves.
I nod my assent. “So what are you doing here then?’
“I need to make some changes to our arrangement.” Camden is so tall that when he goes to rest his elbows on the table he has to hunch over, bringing our faces only a foot apart now.
Frowning, I ask, “What kind of changes?”
“I need more than one night.” His blue eyes flash back and forth between mine, revealing a touch of uncertainty.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t just take your virginity and leave. It’ll be awful.” My face falls but he catches himself quickly. “What I mean is, I’m going to make it good, don’t worry. But your first time won’t be as great as your third time. I want a third time. At least.”
My gaze drops. “Camden.”
“I’m not asking for a relationship or dating, or even friends with benefits. I’m just asking for more…sex.” He has the cheek to look sheepish.
“More sex,” I huff. He has an uncanny way of simplifying meaningful conversations into two words.
“And other stuff,” he adds. “I don’t know how much you’ve done and I want to be thorough. You have five days off, right?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“That’s just enough time. We’ll have some time to cool off before my final surgery and bam. I’m out of your life for good, satisfied that I’ve given you a lifetime of memories to make even your future husband look inadequate. It’ll be perfect.”
I can’t help but smile at his arrogance. “You came all the way here, to Club Taint, to tell me you want more sex?”
His eyes narrow. “I thought maybe if you were boozed up a bit, you’d be more amenable. You have a history of being a bit…tense.”
My jaw drops. “That’s only at work. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
He straightens, a broad smile taking over his entire face as he walks slowly around the table. I look down nervously as he grips my waist in his hands, squeezing my sides with delicious promise. Hovering over me, he walks me backwards until I’m pressed up against a nearby wall.
“Youhaven’t seen anything yet, Indie.” His voice is deep and husky, and the intense look in his eyes drains all good humour from my face. “I might have had one other reason to come here.”
He leans the rest of the way in and kisses me…like a savage.
Everything I remembered about our first kiss, and the second kiss, and the third kiss…is gone. Erased. The bar has been risen so high, all the other bars have disappeared.
My inner voice cheers in triumph at the fact that I’m actually doing this. I’m not just a doctor completely focused on my career. I’m going to be wild and have sex with Camden Harris and shift my one-dimensional life into glorious 3D.
He is the perfect Penis Number One.
Pulling back, he breaks our kiss, leaving my lips feeling raw and swollen. “What are the odds of you coming home with me right the fuck now?”
I swallow once. “I’d say pretty bloody good.”
TONIGHT IS THE FIRST TIMEI’ve ever seen Indie with makeup on. Even behind yet another new pair of glasses, she’s striking. The ones she’s wearing tonight are vintage with a black browline and an invisible bottom frame. Combined with the dress and the hair, it all works really well.
And I’m not sure I like it.
Women are a different kind of beautiful when they have makeup on. It puts them on display for all to see, and they want to be seen because they put in the extra effort. So their confidence is higher and their shoulders are straighter. They’re different.
But when Indie’s face is bare, she’s a secret kind of beautiful only noticeable to those who care enough to look.
I liked that I was the only one looking then.
