Page 15 of Risk
“Nah, don’t need to, they usually follow me like lovesick puppies.”
“Cocky much,” I say, rolling my eyes at him.
“Nope. Not cocky if it’s true. Statement of fact, simple as that, Bambi.” And now he fucking laughs, a fully on belly laugh. I’ve barely seen a smile cross his face, but that has him laughing. Figures.
“Jerk!” I mutter, as we step out of the lift and cross the lobby. “And why the hell do you keep calling me Bambi, for fucks sake?” And as the words leave my mouth, my ankle rolls, and I almost hit the deck, again. Blue grips my arm and holds me up.
“And there, Bambi, is your answer,” he snickers, as he releases me.
“So fucking funny.” I humph, but when I look over at Blue, I can’t help the laugh that escapes. It feels good, freeing and I can’t remember the last time I did it.
As we exit the building Blue grabs my hand again. I don’t know why, and I don’t question it. I’m happy in this moment. His car is already there waiting, and he leads me round to the passenger side, opening the door for me to slide in. Once I’m settled, he leans over, and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he reaches past me, plugging in my belt. I watch him as he passes the front of the car to the driver’s side, and the smirk on his face brings a smile to my own.
Twelve
Unknown
I watch as Ryder and Kasey walk down the steps to the waiting car. Grabbing my phone, I push dial and bring it to my ear as it starts to ring.
“Well?”
“It’s her, she’s with him, just like you said she would be. They’ve been at his apartment for hours, probably fucking,” I say, knowing it will piss him off. Shame he can’t see the smile that brings to my face.
“Fucking cunt!” he shouts down the phone. I pull the phone from my ear so he can’t hear the laugh bubbling up from me. “Where are they now?”
“They are just leaving his apartment; do you want me to follow?” I ask.
“No, I fucking don’t. What are you some kind of fucking idiot? Just do what we discussed and nothing more. If you fuck this up for me, you can forget that little promise I made you, instead you’ll be digging another grave. For yourself.” Then the line goes dead. Fucking prick! If he thinks I’m gonna screw this up and miss out on a free ride of that nice bit of arse right there, he’s deluded. There’s got to be some perks to this shit show of a job.
After checking my watch, I have enough time to get rid of the vehicle I borrowed, head back to the hotel and change ready for later. Switching the engine on, I spin onto the other side of the road and head off.
Thirteen
Camryn
When we arrive back to Jamie’s place, her car isn’t in the drive, and I assume she must have gone shopping. Despite all the bags she came in with on Friday night, there was nothing that would constitute a meal. I head straight for the stairs when we enter, keen to get the phone so Blue can go.
“Two secs, I’ll grab the phone so you can get going,” I call out, as I take the stairs two at a time. Reaching my room, I grab the phone from the drawer I stashed it in and head back down. When I get there, Blue isn’t in the hall, no, the cheeky fucker has taken up residence on the sofa in the lounge, and even switched the TV on. Feeling slightly irked by his assumption that he’s welcome to stay, I march towards him and thrust the phone at him.
“Here you go, is there anything else I can get you? A drink, maybe?” He takes the phone without even taking his eyes off the TV and proceeds to tell me a cup of tea would be great. Completely missing, or more likely, ignoring my sarcasm. The absolute gall of this man! I bite my tongue, but just as I decide I’m going to give him a piece of my mind the front door opens, and in walks Jamie, shouting out for a hand with the shopping. Before I even have a chance to reply, Blue is up and out the door carrying bags through to the kitchen like he damn well lives here.
After helping Jamie with the shopping, she makes a start on dinner and Blue returns to the lounge, but not before reminding me about that cup of tea. So, I make him his damn tea, taking my frustrations out on the cupboards. I can feel Jamie’s eyes on me the whole time as I crash and stomp around the kitchen. I even contemplating swapping out his sugar. Petty, I know, but I’m feeling— I don’t even know what I’m feeling.
Coming back into the kitchen after taking Blue’s tea to him and damn near throwing it over him, Jamie asks how my day went. That’s it, that one question opens the flood gates to me spouting off my anger at Blue, at Sean, although I don’t actually mention him, the fact that I haven’t had sex in forever, and that infuriating man in there has me wound tighter than a damn spring. All the while Jamie just stands there watching me before declaring.
“You need to get laid.” Waving her knife at me and telling me sexual frustration is as bad for your health as stress. “You should totally jump his bones,” she casually announces. Seeing my face, she shrugs. “Well, at the very least you should go and rub one out.”
“Jamie,” I cry, then lower my voice, not wanting Blue to hear, “Do you have to be so— vulgar?”
“What? Come on, Cam, It’s only natural. Nothing wrong with getting yourself—”
“What’s only natural?” Blue asks from behind me. God, I wish that voice didn’t do delicious things to my body. I’m sitting at the breakfast bar, and of course, he comes and takes the seat right next to me, his thigh brushing against mine as he settles onto the stool. I know what’s coming. I look to Jamie, narrowing my eyes at her and imploring her not to do it.
“You know, flicking the bean, paddling the pink canoe, buttering your muffin, auditioning the finger puppets.” She actually fucking waves her two fingers in the air like puppets. “Basically, getting yourself off,” she states, shrugging, and then carries on with chopping whatever the fuck she’s chopping. Absolutely no shame. I hang my head in my hands, as Blue lets out a laugh beside me.
“Now that’s fucking funny. Paddling the pink canoe, I’ve not heard that one before,” Blue says, humour lacing his words.
“I’m out,” I say, jumping down from my stool and heading for the stairs. I can hear them laughing and talking as I reach my room, it’s kind of nice, but it makes me nervous too.