Page 37 of The Game
She doesn’t back down from it, though; she welcomes it, firm in her determination to speak about her mom, even if it hurts.
No wonder she’s strong-minded about taking care of herself.
A small piece of the puzzle, which is Sarah Parker, just fell into place.
“Well, that turned dark quite quickly. Please, lighten my mood, captain,” she says with a glimmer in her eyes, making me admire her even more.
Only someone like Sarah could share a personal story about her life, showing both vulnerability and strength, before bringing out her great personality and demanding that I change the subject.
Since I’m not capable of saying no to this woman, I do just that.
“What is your favourite sex position?” I ask her, and she bursts out laughing at my question.
The mood lightens, just like she wanted.
Her laugh makes me smile, too.
“Of course, that’s your way of lightening the mood and changing the subject.” She rolls her eyes at me, but I lift an eyebrow at her.
“So? What’s your answer?”
I’m not letting her off this one yet.
I want to push her a little, make her squirm under our attraction to each other.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate to discuss, captain,” she whispers.
There it is again, captain.
Her distancing tactic is now obvious.
Whenever she wants to create more space between us, she uses the nickname.
It may be inappropriate to ask her, but hell, most of my thoughts about her aren’t appropriate either.
The look she gives me before gathering her thoughts and looking away shows me just how inappropriate she’s thinking about me, too.
Her cheeks redden, and she twists her hands together in her lap.
Those eyes are full of lust and tension, probably mirroring my own as I look down at her. Her fight against our pull just makes me want to push even harder.
“I bet it has to do with you being restrained in some type of way.” I husk in her ear, and she quickly turns her head toward me, sharpening her eyes, looking at me like I’m seeing right through her.
Bingo.
I’m probably onto something.
I didn’t miss the way she melted under me when I boxed her in at the bar.
Something tells me that Sarah likes her sex a little wild and her man to take control.
Make her come out of her precious shell and hand over the reins to someone else.
I gulp, thinking about how I want nothing more than to be that for her.
“You don’t know anything,” she says, but the breath she lets out at the end of her sentence tells me just how much I do know.
But time is of the essence, and I back out of her personal space.
