by Alice Ward
“I have some ideas,” I said as she carefully undid every one of the buttons on my dress shirt, pulling it open. “But yes. It does matter, Cassandra. I’ll call you Cassandra since you won’t give me your real name.”
“Again,” she said, looking up at me coyly. “I don’t think it matters.”
“Fair enough,” I said, leading her through the double doors of the bathroom. I reached into the shower and turned the water on hot. Then I finished undressing. “But just for the sake of curiosity, and because birds of a feather often flock together, do you share your friend’s opinions?”
She smiled. “I’m not very political.”
“So you don’t vote?”
“No, I do. But are you asking whether I’d vote for you?”
I nodded.
She batted her eyelashes innocently. “I’d sooner vote for a toad.”
A toad. How had she, who was admittedly unpolitical, heard about the yellow-horned toad situation? Something tickled at the back of my mind, and a little warning bell went off. I was not going to get taken in by a ringer again. But this was Cassandra, my innocent Cassandra, and though I’d only been with her three times, and she still wouldn’t tell me her name, I’d come to trust her. She’d bared her body to me, trusting me to blindfold her, tie her up, something she hadn’t needed to do if her aim was to fuck me over. Her mentioning the toad was likely coincidental. “Why, thank you. So you’re a liberal?”
She nodded. “Well, I suppose I am, now that I think of it.”
Steam had begun to waft into the room, casting everything in a hazy, dreamlike state. I opened the shower door again to let her pass through. She stepped in and water immediately soaked her hair, darkening it. Water trickled over her curves, her nipples went hard as rocks, and my cock twinged again for her. She beckoned me in as I said, “So what causes are important to you?”
“Climate change.”
I let out a groan. “Climate change is a load of bullshit,” I groused, grabbing a bar of soap and starting to lather it up. “It was invented by Al Gore because he wanted to feel important after losing the election. But the fact is that they stopped calling it Global Warming and started calling it Climate Change because they have no idea what the hell is going on. The earth has always gone through periods of warming and cooling as long as it’s existed, and there’s little we can do about it.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I snapped my mouth shut. I was mansplaining. Damn.
“Really?” she asked, her nose wrinkling as I began to lather her skin. I washed her back, her front, thoroughly, taking care not to miss a single spot. She twirled for me, clearly enjoying it from the groans she let out. She threw her wet hair over her shoulder and gave me a sexy pout. I thought she was going to let the subject go, then surprised me when she didn’t. “What’s bullshit is politicians who think that humans have no bearing on the environment and that we can rape it of its natural resources and behave irresponsibly and everything will be just fine. Don’t you care about future generations?”
I raised an eyebrow as she started to lather me up, her hands moving slickly over my body. When she reached for my cock, it was already rock-hard again. I’d care about whatever she wanted, as long as she just kept doing that to me.
“I care very much for future generations. That’s why I want to focus on the things we have control of… emissions, the overabundance of plastics. If we chunk it down and work on one problem at a time, we have a better chance of effecting change.”
She didn’t agree, but she didn’t disagree either. Instead, she went on to another subject that seemed to be weighing heavily on her mind. “Don’t get me started on sexism in the workforce. Women get paid seventy cents for every dollar men make, and it’s not fair.”
“Well, those statistics are true for a variety of reasons. For example, one reason is that many women leave their work after having children, and find it harder to get back into the workforce after a prolonged absence,” I explained. Her hands were moving harder, faster on me. I was getting fucking aroused by her passion. Not political? Fuck that. She had her opinions, even if she didn’t think she did.
“That’s bullshit,” she groaned. “Maternity leave in this country is a disgrace, by the way, and politicians like you don’t get it.”
“Actually, I’m for mandatory paid maternity leave,” I said. “I think the way we treat working mothers in this country is shameful, and we’re falling behind the rest of the civilized world.”
“You are?” She seemed shocked. “Well, the minimum wage should be raised.”
“Which would destroy job creation as companies that hire minimum wage workers will likely pile more work on their current employees rather than hire new ones,” I countered. “Or replace them with robots and self-serve computers.”
She stopped lathering and frowned at me. “Oh, right. Just like that old myth about how cutting taxes for the rich will trickle down to the other ninety-nine percent,” she said, starting to cross her arms. “That’s bull—”
I grabbed her arms before she could entirely close off from me, my hands sliding down to her wrists, and I pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard as the water rained down on us. She fought at first, but relented, at least for a moment. Then she pushed me away. “You’re fucking heartless,” she sneered at me, turning to open the shower door.
“And for someone with no politics, you are oddly political,” I told her, grabbing her before she could make her escape. Her skin was slick, but I held her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Bending over her, I whispered in her ear. “And fucking sexy when you argue like that.”
She surrendered to me at once.
She leaned over, parting her legs, guiding my cock to her entrance. I thrust into her with no hesitation as she pressed her palms against the shower wall. The steam from the shower swirled around us as I fucked her from behind, slow, steady, her body rocking back and forth to meet me.
“God, Cameron,” she moaned, and I was surprised at how comfortable she was with my name, considering this was only the second time she’d used it. I was also surprised by how much I loved hearing it come from her mouth when she was lost in the throes of passion. “Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t. Not until we’d both come. But even then, I wanted more. I’d wanted to fuck this need away, but I still hadn’t had enough.
I needed more.
When we retreated to the bed, still damp with water and soap, we laid there, wrapped in each other’s arms. The dull thrumming of the bass downstairs died away, and a strange silence ensued. Soon, I’d have to go to get ready for a golf tournament with my father in Ardmore. After that, dinner with the Dryden family at the country club. And deal with more Bernadette shit.
Fuck.
I closed my eyes, intent on savoring this moment. Intent on savoring Cassandra for as long as I could. I’d wait until the absolute last moment to leave her. Fuck that it was likely getting late and the sun was coming up. Fuck if I missed the opening of the tournament. Fuck my father. Fuck it all.
“So,” I said to her, wiping a stray lock of damp hair from her face as she pressed her naked body against mine. “It appears you are not entirely uninterested in politics.”
She rolled over and looked at me. “Well. Maybe I am a little interested.”
“So you do know about the toad.”
A grin spread across her face. “That was a totally asshat move.”
“Asshat?” I played the word over in my head, laughing softly. “That’s a new one. I don’t think I’ve ever been called that.”
“I’m sure you have been called it. Just not to your face.”
“Oh. Well. Thanks,” I said, giving her a little shove. “But the truth is… and what the media refuses to share is that the remaining land in that district is swampland, and so that breed of toad is not in any imminent danger. That was the only parcel of town that would support the building of the development. Unfortunately, it’s in the middle of the swamplands,
but it’s really the only choice for this project. It would bring a thousand jobs to a district that’s been seeing a lot of suffering since the sugar plant closed down a decade ago. Half the people there are on welfare, and none of them are complaining. They want this development to happen.”
“I didn’t know about the sugar plant,” she said quietly. “So, you’re not killing toads?”
I laughed. “Not today. Actually, not ever. The swampland that surrounds the plot of land is unbuildable and will survive, and the toads will have their home. We hired an EPA conservationist to measure the effects and make sure our yellow-horned friends weren’t being impacted. Unfortunately, none of that seemed to leak into the news outlets you’ve been reading.”
“Seriously?” She propped herself up onto her elbow. “You’re quite attractive when you talk about your yellow-horned friends.”
My balls contracted. “And what are you going to do about it?”
She reached under the sheets and found my cock. Under her touch, it had already begun to harden. I heaved in a breath as she climbed on top of me, sinking down onto me without hesitation, as if she belonged there. I pushed my back up against the headboard and held her to me, intent on remembering this awesome sensation of being buried inside her. The one picture window in the room, though covered in heavy drapes, was outlined in white, signaling that the dark was fading to day. In another hour, I’d have to let her go, and she would no longer be mine.
One more time, I thought. If this is our last time together, make it good.
It was good. In fact, it just kept getting better.
And it was far from enough to quell my need.
She hadn’t wanted to tell me her name, or anything about herself because she knew this wasn’t real. Now, she’d happily go off, fuck men like the Joker jerk deliberately, unabashedly. Maybe I’d come to this club a year from now and find her naked and wriggling on the bar while someone poured hot oil on her. Maybe I’d find her on a leash, being fucked on stage.
And I couldn’t fucking bear that thought.
When I lifted her off me, I realized that despite knowing her body so intimately, I knew nothing else of this woman, other than that she leaned liberal, and she’d never stayed in a fancy hotel before. Holding her close, I said, “Tell me something about yourself. Something personal.”
She lay down flat on her back and looked over at me, confused. “Why does it matter?”
I propped myself up on an elbow and stared at her intently. “Because I want to know.”
She thought for a moment. “I have three older brothers. We used to play cops and robbers when I was a kid. I was always the cop. When I was six, they tied me to a tree and left me there for two hours because they went inside to play video games and forgot me.”
I had to smile at that. “So, you’re close then?”
“Well, not then. But they came around. They live all over the country. The closest one is in Maine. They’re all attorneys. Like my p—” She stopped quickly, like she was afraid she’d said too much, but I filled in the blank. Like my parents.
“Do you aspire to be an attorney also?”
She shook her head. Then she repeated, “Why does it matter?”
Because I’m not ready to let you go yet. “I’m just curious,” I said, “because, my mysterious goddess, now I know more about your family than I do about you.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’m not very good at arguing.”
I laughed and touched the skin on the side of her hip, watching it rise with goosebumps. Every part of her only begged to be touched, again and again. “I beg to differ.”
She laughed and said, “But some attorneys are so heartless. Take for example… you. Right? You were one before you decided to run for office?”
I took a pillow and swatted her with it. She blocked the hit and threw it back at me.
“I am an attorney, yes. I was Philadelphia’s Assistant D.A. for three years out of law school, but now I work as private counsel for my father’s firm, specializing in commercial and real estate law.” I took her hand and put it flush against my chest. “But what’s that? A beating heart?”
She felt for a moment and nodded, looking just like my father — less than impressed. My father thought I should at least be running for U.S. Congress by now, and had suggested it, but the Senate election wouldn’t be until the following year, and when the state seat became vacant this term, it only made sense to make the move. But the difference was, I’d lost interest in proving myself to my father years ago. Now, I seriously felt like I was the right man for the job on my own merits, not just my family’s.
“Do you like it?”
I stared at her. No one had ever asked me that before. “It doesn’t matter whether I do or I don’t. It’s what I have to do.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“No. It isn’t a no.” I gave it some thought. “It’s like any job. There are many aspects about it I like. I like playing a part in shaping the world into a better place. I like helping people. But there’s a lot of bureaucratic bullshit. And you’re right. Some people are driven by greed.” I stopped when I realized I’d started this line of questioning to find out more about her, and instead, she’d turned the tables and put the focus on me. “Do you realize you know just about everything about me, and I know practically nothing about you?”
She sighed. “Well, what do you want to know?”
“Where are you from?”
She shrugged. “Around here.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. She was being deliberately vague. “Grew up here?”
She nodded. “Around here.”
It was damn near infuriating. I ventured my next question. “What do you do for a living?”
“A little of this, a little of that.” She smiled. I scowled in return. Now I knew she was toying with me.
“Are you still in school? How old are you, anyway?”
She gave me a shocked expression and patted her heart. “Weren’t you ever told that you’re not supposed to ask a lady that?”
I ran a finger down the smooth skin of her inner arm, and pushed it away from her chest, then paused to touch her nipple, which hardened at once. “You don’t strike me as being of the age where asking would be inappropriate.” When she didn’t answer my question, I laughed. “Please tell me you’re legal.”
“Very funny.”
“All right. Then let me guess.” I stroked my chin as I appraised her. “Twenty-six?”
She shook her head.
“Older or younger?”
She pointed down.
“Twenty-four?”
She pointed down again.
“Twenty-three?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she sat up quickly, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and reached over the side for her clothes.
“Ah. Twenty-three.” I was happy to claim victory on that, albeit a small one. “I have the feeling that getting to know your name will drive me completely batshit.”
She didn’t seem to find the humor in that. Instead, she pressed her lips together and lifted her clothes onto the bed. She pushed her arms through the straps of her bra and fastened it behind her. “What does it matter, Cameron? What does who I am, or what I like, or what my family is like really matter?”
“It matters to me. In this moment, it matters.”
“I have news for you,” she said, turning to look at me. “This moment is over.”
She was right. Now, the sunlight was slashing through the blinds. It was the moment I’d been dreading. The end.
“But it doesn’t have to be.” I forced away the thoughts of real life. Of my father, of my family’s expectations, of my political career. “You have to go away with me.”
She whirled around on the bed, and a crease appeared on the bridge of her nose. “What?”
“Next Saturday. I have it clear. I’ll call you and we’ll—”
I stopped because sh
e was already shaking her head. A thought dawned on me, one that I couldn’t take. She didn’t want to see me again. She wanted to disappear, and with the few details I had of her life, I’d never see her again.
“Listen to me,” I said, reaching for her.
“No, you listen,” she said, pulling away. “You can’t call me.”
Of course she didn’t want me to have her number. Cassandra was a mystery and wanted to stay a mystery.
Desperation crept in, threatening to overtake me. “But you’ll meet me?”
She nodded slowly.
Thank god. “Two o’clock, Saturday. Any place you want. Just tell me, and I’ll be there.”
She inhaled sharply, and I thought she might say no. But then she said quietly, “At the Temple Welcome Center. Twelfth and Montgomery.”
“Yes. Two o’clock.” I repeated it because I needed to make sure she knew it. “Bring an overnight bag. With as little clothing as possible, because you won’t need it. You’ll be there?”
She nodded back at me, sitting on the edge of the bed still mostly naked, a small smile appearing on her face. “Though I still think you’re a conservative piece of shit.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, tree-hugger.” I wrapped an arm around her and easily pulled her back to the bed. My cock twinged as I wrestled on top of her, kissing her long and deep, and I only wished I had the time to be inside her again.
But not now. There would be another time, thank god. Right now, I needed that next time, like I needed air to breathe.
We dressed after that, donning our outfits, our masks, and as I did, a feeling of guilt seeped in, mingling with the glee from knowing I’d see her again. If I kept prolonging this, it would make it all the harder to call it quits. But part of me thought she’d already become a major vein to my heart, and cutting her loose would mean bleeding to death.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brooke
I awoke on Sunday morning to a strange text.
It was from a blocked number. If you want your dirt on Cameron Brice, I can help you. Text me back.
Dirt? That was the last thing I could think about. Though I was mildly curious about who sent the text, I was more concerned about my state of physical health. Turning onto my back, I stared at the ceiling and tested each one of my muscles. Oh, hell, I was sorer than I’d been yesterday. Deliciously sore. Thoroughly fucked.