She chuckled and squeezed one of my hands in assurance. “Relax; it’s nothing bad, I promise. He just…” She cleared her throat. “Well, he wanted to roleplay.”
…Oh.
“Oh…”
Kenzie grinned. “Yup. He wanted me to be the Anastasia Steele to his Christian Grey.”
I raised a brow. “Okay, I get that, but that doesn’t explain your need to shift on your feet in the most irritating way known to the human species,” I told her. “I’m so fucking close to shoving you on the ground, Ken. Like,veryclose.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Well, as of now, I’m still his Anastasia, and until he tells me that the roleplay is over, I can’t go back to being myself fully.”
I was so confused.
“I seriously can’t understand this,” I said to her. “What does you continually shifting on your feet have anything to do with you roleplaying a fictitious character? As far as I know, Anastasia didn’t have a foot crisis, so your action can’t be a part of the role you’re playing.”
She sighed and looked at me as if I was an inconvenience to her. “What’s one of the things Christian Grey did to Anastasia?”
“Do you seriously want me to list them or even surf through them and come up with an answer?”
She chuckled. “Point.”
“Just tell me, Ken,” I said. “I’m already in the mood to cause you physical harm. Don’t make things worse.”
She leaned in further. “I’m currently trying really hard to keep the two Ben Wa Balls that I have inside me from falling off. He said I can’t take them out until he says I can. So, you know, every time I get the urge to orgasm, I move back and forth to keep things…in.”
Oh-my-innocent-baby-Jesus.
When I said nothing and kept staring at her, Kenzie shrugged a little and whispered, “I have two more in my pocket if you wanna try. They’re fun, but also tough to hold onto.”
I wasn’t sure whether or not she was being serious. Her expression, though, gave me vibes of the former.
“Kenzie?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d rather carve a thousand bananas with my teeth in the shape of dicks –without stopping– than try shoving Ben Wa Balls up my vagina.”
She looked at me with wide eyes, and then, all of a sudden, burst into laughter.
Her action turned heads, of course, but it wasn’t until what happened next that I felt my face heat like a sweet potato on a stove, and my spine grow cold to the point of numbness. Kenzie’s balls – the ones she had inside her, of course – slipped out of her and fell on the studio’s floor with two massive clinks. To make matters worse for my dwindling existence, I was wearing a denim skirt. And, to make matters extremely deadly for my dignity, said balls rolled to a stop right in front of my feet. And, to make things impossibly lethal for my sanity, the moment those stupid fucking steel balls took residence next to my sneakers, is the exact moment when Gallan, Kenneth, Amara, Dylan, and Shane turned to look at me.
As if my life wasn’t giving me enough reasons to turn blue in the face every so often.
Amara stared at me with big, saucer-like eyes. Kenneth raised his brows at me, and then at the object of mass destruction at my feet. Shane hid his face behind his napkin, whereas Dylan smirked at me like a cat after winning a fight. And Gallan…
Well, let’s just say that I’d never seen him look at me the way he was in that moment. His dark eyes gleamed almost unnaturally as they ping-ponged between me and the balls. The grin he gave me could only qualify as dangerous. And, the way he ran his tongue over his bottom lip before giving me a thorough once-over – yeah, that didnothingto calm my already stumbling heart.
“I’m so sorry, Z,” Kenzie breathed. “I didn’t mean for them to just…fall off like that.”
Right… She was sorry.Fucking sorry!
God, I just wanted the floor to open up and consume me whole. There were so many eyes on me, and I was scared to move even a centimeter, let alone a step.
Wasn’t it the most appropriate time for the apocalypse to hit? Maybe not a full-on swipe of the universe, but just a small portion of it – including the studio.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
