Page 25 of The Game
That means I’ll have two ladies reminding me at every turn about my mistake.
“I’d prefer it if you’d let me take you home, then you can make fun of me on the way.”
They finally give in when they realize it will be difficult to even get a taxi on a Friday night in the city, and I show them the way to where my Lamborghini is parked.
“Nice ride,” Sarah says when she sees the sleek black car, and I take notice of her interest.
So, she likes cars.
Before Sarah has the chance, Samantha rushes into the back seat, leaving Sarah in the passenger seat next to me.
It’s clear that Samantha thinks this whole thing is fun, while Sarah tries her best to seem unaffected.
When I speed off, I head straight to Samantha’s apartment; she lives closest, so it makes sense.
“So, Alexander, how could you mistake dear Sarah for being a hooker?” Leave it to Samantha to go straight into business.
Even though I’d prefer to handle this privately with Sarah, I think she’s been a little hesitant about the whole thing.
“Samantha, can we please just drop this,” Sarah says, and she seems quite sobered up, while her friend inthe backseat appears oblivious to the tension her question causes Sarah.
I jump in before Samantha begins her answer.
“If this ever gets out, I’ll know where to look first to find the leak. That being said, I confided in Noah about not even being able to have sex these past few weeks—hell, months—because of my busy schedule.”
At the mention of my sex life, or lack thereof, I notice Sarah squeezing her legs tighter in her seat before I continue.
“When I opened that hotel door to find a breathtaking Sarah on the other side, I thought it was a surprise from my best mate on the team to help me relieve some of the tension. Not my finest moment, I will admit that,” I tell them, and Samantha sighs happily in the backseat while Sarah looks petrified in her seat.
Like I just told her about her death sentence.
I park outside Samantha’s building, and she fans herself with her hands as she leaves the car.
“Only a guy like you can turn a situation like that into something hot. You two enjoy your ride,” she says before slamming the door shut, leaving us in the confined space of my car.
When Samantha was in the car, the tension wasn’t that bad.
Now?
It feels electric, sizzling. And her comment about how we should enjoy the ride—hell, now I’ve got even more X-rated photos of Sarah and me doing all kinds of rides together.
“You alright over there? You look like I’ve just given you a death sentence,” I tell her, starting to worry if she’s feeling ill or nauseous or something.
Maybe the car ride made her feel sick.
She gulps before turning slightly toward me.
“I’m fine. Please drive me home.” Her face catches the light from one of the street lamps, and I see that her face is slightly redder, her cheeks blushing.
“You sure? You almost look feverish,” I push, and then she snaps.
“I feel fucking feverish. With you all up in this space, talking about your sex life and how you relieve tension, and then Samantha throwing out how we should enjoy our ride! Yeah, I do feel feverish, so please get me home,” she says before slumping back in her seat.
Not as unaffected as I thought then.
I start driving and can’t help the small smile playing on my lips.
She certainly didn’t mean to reveal all of that, but I’m glad.
