Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,52
him is impossible. If he sighs one more time he’s going to get a microphone shoved down his throat. And he’s looking at me like I just keyed his car. If anyone has a right to be pissed here, it’s me, not him.
I guess after ignoring his calls and dodging him at work, he’s finally reached his limit and feels like he has the right to be pissed.
It doesn’t change anything.
I don’t need him to sit me down and tell me all the reasons why he shouldn’t have kissed me. If he does, I’ll give him a list of ways in which I’ll get revenge.
He’s waiting for me to finish up, but that isn’t happening as I press for another call.
“Hello, Russ, what can we help you with today?” I ask, focusing on the sheet in front of me and not Clayton, who has begun to twirl his fist in a circle, silently telling me to wind this up.
Completely ignoring him, I continue doing my job, not caring that I’ve gone over ten minutes already. I’m kind of hoping that if I take long enough, he’ll get bored and leave.
“Yeah. A while back, a crazy girlfriend went psycho on me because I wasn’t into her sick and twisted kinks. I love her, I do, but I can’t get past it. We’ve tried having basic sex, but she doesn’t get turned on, not like she does when her, um, kinks are involved. What can I do to stop it?”
There are not many times where I can say that I’ve frozen, but right now, all I can do is gape at the microphone, at the sound of his voice, before glaring up at Clayton, placing all the blame on him. If I hadn’t been so off my game in his presence, I would have picked up on who the caller was.
“Hello?” Russell calls, but I can’t form a word, let alone a sentence.
Eyebrows drawn together, Clayton then gives a small shake of his head, silently asking me what’s wrong.
“Have you tried to get into her kinks, Russ?” Clayton answers when it becomes apparent that I’m not going to.
“It’s wrong, man. How do I get her to stop liking it?”
“You can’t get her to stop liking it. Everyone has their kinks. Some people fantasise about being in control, being submissive, or enjoy the adrenaline of being caught. There is never just one. Have you tried to talk to her and ask her what it is about it that turns her on? Maybe you can meet her halfway.”
“There’s no talking to her. I’ve tried. I’m the only one who will even touch her because of it. The girl is crazy.”
Snapping out of it, I run everything he said through my mind. I can’t tell if he’s the woman in this scenario, and I’m the crazy part, or if he’s actually met a girl with this fetish. From the way I left him on New Year, I’m guessing it’s the first.
I’m not sure if he knows this is my show, but either way, I’m not letting this go.
“What is this kink?” I ask, deepening my voice a little, causing frowns from Chrissy and Clayton. “It could help give you answers.”
“She, um, she likes a golden shower and other stuff deposited on her?”
“Is that a question?”
“Yes. No. Can you help make it stop or not?” he barks out.
“I’m not sure. It seems to me this is a form of dominance. Do you like being submissive?”
“What? I’m dominant. No bitch is going to tell me what to do.”
My lips twitch. “So, really this isn’t about a girl but about you. Do you like people taking a piss on you?”
“What kind of show is this?” he rages, genuinely offended.
The only thing that stops me from laughing is Clayton. I don’t want to get fired, not when I’m meant to be neutral. I can give my attitude and blunt advice, but to laugh or make fun of someone’s experience is frowned upon.
“Answer me,” I reply harshly.
“Okay. Okay. So, my crazy ex threw some kind of concoction on me, and ever since, I like the feel of crap smothered all over me.” I’m both disgusted and amused.
“And why did your ex throw it on you?” I ask, waiting for his bullshit excuse.
“Do I know you?”
“No, Russ, you really don’t.” And he never did.
“She’s batshit crazy. Has a real problem taking instruction, if you get my meaning?”
My teeth grind together. “Or maybe she did it for another reason.”