Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,16
I think that it would be putting myself through cruel and unnecessary torture. I much prefer the real thing.”
There’s something about meeting a woman who doesn’t play games. After growing up in a world where game-playing is paramount to success, I really like spending time with Abi outside of the bedroom. I groan, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Ah Cade, you hanging in there?” she asks with a giggle.
“Believe me, there’s nothing hanging anywhere right now,” I grind out.
“Poor baby,” she says mockingly. “If I was there I’d totally lick it all better.”
“Not. Fucking. Helping, Spitfire.”
“Think of it as payback, Dr. Carsen.”
“What for?”
“In the past week I swear you’ve given me internal chafing. Is there such a thing? Because I swear to God you fucked me so hard my vagina is in desperate need of downtime between orgasms.”
“I know for a fact that you can give just as good as you get.” I really wish she wasn’t working right now.
“Oh, there’s no doubt about that. It’s just that with your magnificent ability to give orgasms, I’m scared the next one you give me could very well kill me.”
“What a way to go, though,” I muse.
“You’re telling me,” she replies. “So did you really just call to check in?”
Oh yeah, that’s right. “Yes and no. I also called to ask what your family name is.”
“What?” she says with a surprised laugh.
“I was just talking to my mom and she asked what your name was, and I realized that I know how you taste and how to drive you crazy with my hands, mouth, and cock, but don’t even know your last name.” She snorts and starts laughing. “Abi?”
“Just . . . give me . . . a minute . . .” she breathes, still giggling. “That is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s funny as hell, Caden Carmichael Carsen III.”
“Did you google me?”
“Maybe . . .”
I should at least know your last name, Abi.”
“It’s not like we’ve done much talking, Caden.” Her voice is full of amusement.
“Any other woman would be pissed off if their fuck buddy didn’t know her name.”
“But I’m not like any other woman, Cade. I thought you would’ve realized that by now?”
“Believe me—I definitely know that.”
She laughs and I stay quiet, enjoying the sound.
“Can I ask you something?” she says, out of the blue.
“Shoot.”
“What’s the deal with you and your father? I mean, I get the impression that it’s not all roses and sunshine between you two.”
“I don’t get along with my father.”
“Why not?” she asks
“I don’t respect him. He always put a lot of pressure on us to do what he wanted. It might stem from the fact that none of us have followed in his footsteps, I don’t know, but any man looks up to his father to guide him to become the man he wants to be. I looked and didn’t like what I saw, so I went my own way.” I shrug. “Cam was the same.”
“What didn’t you like?”
“His ruthlessness. He doesn’t care what or who gets in his way, and doesn’t give one thought to anyone except himself and getting where he wants to be. That has a place in business, but not when it comes to his family. I swear, if I didn’t look like him I’d wonder if I was born of his loins.”
“Born of his loins?” she teases, her voice full of amusement, and my lips twitch, the tightness in my shoulders easing at the sound.
“Smartass.”
“Always.”
Comfortable silence stretches between us “He just expects us to be at his beck and call. I’m all for working hard for what you want but I’d never drag along those important to me in order to get there.”
“You’re an honorable man, Cade Carmichael Carsen the Third.”
I chuckle at her use of my full name. “Thank you, Spitfire.”
“For what?” she asks.
“For being you, for asking—for taking my back in this whole thing, something you don’t have to do.”
“Let’s just call it all part of the mother-buffer, fake-girlfriend service.” My jaw tightens at the mention of her being my fake girlfriend.
“What else is part of the service?” I ask, trying to take the tone of the conversation back to safe territory.
A loud bell rings in the background. “Shit. I’ve just been called out to the front desk. What are you doing this weekend?”
“I’m working tomorrow but have Sunday free.”
“Me too. We could catch up, if you don’t have other plans?”
“Sounds good, Spitfire. Go out and flash your pretty smile and make the customers happy. Just