Page 258 of Santa Daddies
Fuck.
Shut up, George!
She wished she’d had the strength to yell that at him. She had to get him out of her head.
Would Anson care if she was needy?
Probably not. Actually, she had the feeling he might want her to need him. How to ask him that?
Alice:
What do you like in a relationship? I mean, what makes you feel good?
Shoot. As soon as she asked him that she kind of wished it back. It was out of left field and he was going to think she’d gone crazy.
Anson:
Well, what I thought I wanted isn’t actually what I need. I thought I wanted to concentrate on my career so I wanted someone independent. Someone who wouldn’t put too many demands on me.
Which wasn’t her. But he’d said he’d been wrong about what he needed.
Anson:
I was a fucking idiot.
Alice:
You had a goal, an important career.
Anson:
Is that what counted though? I wasn’t really happy.
He hadn’t been?
Anson:
What really makes me happy is when I can take care of someone. When I know that they can turn to me for help or support. I guess I want the opposite of what I thought I did. I want to be needed and necessary. And I do like to be in charge.
Alice:
Bossy.
Anson:
Yes, baby. And the boss wants to know why you’re not sleeping.
Alice tapped her finger against the screen of her phone. A creaking noise came from outside and it made her jump.
Anson:
Alice? Answer me, please.
She could hear the sternness in his voice even though it was a text message. And even though he’d said please she knew it was a demand.
Alice:
Sorry, there was a creaky noise outside. I don’t know if the silence or the strange noises are scarier.
