Calla’s brows raise in surprise, but she nods leaning back against the lip. The slight movement pushes out her tits, causing my cock to pulse.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
I lick my lips. “How’s McAvoy been treating you?”
“Like shit. Truth or dare?”
My jaw feathers. “Calla…”
“Truth or dare?” She reaches for the bottle, hissing when I pull it out of her hands.
“We’re not done talking about McAvoy, sunshine.”
“Really?” Calla tips her head to one side appraisingly. “I’m not quite sure that’s how truth or dare works. I thought it was only one answer per question.”
I grin. “Not when I play. Tell me what he’s been doing.”
Huffing, Calla sits back, crossing her arms under her tits. I watch three droplets of water carve a path down her chest, disappearing beneath her thin bikini top. If you can even call it that.
“It’s nothing all that bad,” she says, pressing her lips together until they form a line. “Just a few comments here and there. Digging at my work, making me stay back later. The usual.”
“What comments?”
Calla shakes her head, her eyes fixed on the bubbles and foam frothing around us.
Anger creeps to the surface of my skin, creating a fire in my stomach and warmth in my veins.
What the fuck has the prick been saying to Calla this week?
God, I wanna storm down there and knock his head from his shoulders for even mentioning her name in his smug mouth.
“Do you think he’s punishing you for us… being together?”
“I don’t know. I really thought…”
“You really thought what?”
Calla raises her eyes to meet mine. “That he’d leave me alone once he saw the two of us together. But apparently not.”
Inside my chest, my heart does a strange swoop.
“So, where does that leave us?”
Calla twists her lips to the side, peering at me. “Wherever we want it to leave us, I suppose.”
I can’t help but grin. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too. Truth or dare, Blake?”
I pick dare, much to Calla’s surprise, revealing the strangest place I’ve ever had sex. Calla tips her head back and laughs loudly when I tell her I’d have to say somebody’s office while at an important event gala.
“You’re lying.” She grins, flicking water at me with her fingertips.
“I’m not,” I promise, my own smile mirroring hers. “You’ve corrupted me, sunshine.”
“In a good way, though?”
