“I don’t know. It’s a big step. Besides, I hate my voice.” I cringed because I knew I needed to stop pointing out my flaws.
“Oh, stop. Your voice is sexy.”
Knowing that he liked my voice made my heart misfire, and I knew I was in trouble. I kept telling myself it wasn’t true, but over the last few weeks, I’ve developed feelings for a man I never met.
“Tell me about your harem of women. I find it fascinating.” I needed to switch the conversation to something that would probably make me realize he was an asshole.
“I’m getting bored with them. I think it’s time for a change.”
Did I want to know what he meant by that? I mean, shit, I didn’t want to think about him screwing some girl while I had a lovely dinner with Gary. “A change?”
“I have someone very specific in mind.”
“Does she know?” I was torturing myself at this point.
“I’d have to ask her, but I’m pretty sure she does. She’s a smart girl. She had to figure it out by now.”
“Maybe you should tell her.”
“Okay, hold on a sec.”
Utter silence. I swore at myself under my breath. What a fucking idiot I’d been.
I heard a low chuckle. “I want you, Sophia. I don’t want just any woman. I want to taste you.” His voice was smooth as silk.
My breath hitched, and I closed my eyes as images of Kayden fucking me, bringing me to my knees with pleasure, made me squeeze my thighs together. I was in so much trouble.
3
Sophia
Summer Vacation
Summer vacation had begunweeks ago, and I had entirely too much time on my hands. Daydreaming about Kayden had almost become the only thing I wanted to do anymore.
Suzy, my roommate, and I spent our days at the pool, soaking in the sun while she read and I texted him. I’d moved in with her a few months ago and grown closer than we’d been before.
Kayden: What are you doing?
Me: Swimming with Suzy.
Kayden: Send me a picture. Ask Suzy to take it. I want to see your swimsuit.
No way would I send him a photo. I didn’t even like the few kids in the pool seeing me in my swimsuit, let alone sending a photo that could never be erased to a total stranger.
Me: No way in hell—not going to happen, Kayden.
Kayden: Please.
“What are you shaking your head about?” Suzy asked, setting her book down on the table between our lounge chairs.
“Kayden. He wants me to send him a picture.”
“What are you going to do?”
I shrugged. “Any ideas?”
Suzy looked around and stopped on the glass doors that lined the back of the pool clubhouse. “Oh, I have a fabulous idea. Use the glass doors and take a selfie.”
