Playing His Game Part 12

of him just pinning me to the wall and taking me. I don't have a chance to protest or talk him out of it." She closed her eyes and waited for her sister to castigate her. Her eyes popped open when Carly laughed. "Why are you laughing? I'm dreaming of being raped, and you think it's funny?"

Carly shook her head. "First off, it isn't rape. You just want him to take control. It's not like you wouldn't partic.i.p.ate if he did pin you to the wall."

Mya nodded reluctantly. It was no more than the truth.

"And it's so obvious why you want him to be in control."

"It is?"

She nodded. "Yep. If Roarke pushes the issue, you get what you want, but you don't have to feel guilty for betraying Bobby."

Mya slammed back against her chair and her head spun. She felt as if her sister had physically hit her with the truth. "My G.o.d. You're absolutely right." She ached for Roarke, but her persistent loyalty to Bobby wouldn't allow her to act on those thoughts. She had to believe he forced her or swayed her judgment before she could let it happen. Otherwise... "I'm a s.l.u.t."

Carly touched her hand. "You're a normal girl who has never had a decent lover."

"Bobby..."

"Sucks! You told me yourself that he doesn't do it for you."

Mya curled her arms around her torso. "I didn't say it like that."

Rolling her eyes, Carly said, "I can read between the lines. So, admit you want him, and you can have

him. He'll dispense with the seduction and just f.u.c.k you until you can't stand up."

"Carly! Where did you get such a foul mouth?"

"Girls' locker room after softball practice." She was nonchalant.

"I can't do that to Bobby."

"He's giving you permission. You started out playing this game for him, but don't you think you should get

something out of it?"

Mya nibbled on her lip. "Well..."

"Of course you should."

She squirmed at the thought of blatantly asking Roarke to make love to her. "I can't tell him I want him to..."

A wicked grin encompa.s.sed Carly's face. "Play him for a while."

"Huh?"

"Turn the tables on Roarke. Start seducing him. Wriggle your bottom, touch him for no reason, flutter

your lashes at him, and dress like a 'ho.' It works every time."

Mya snickered. "Like you would know, Miss c.o.c.ktease. You're the eternal virgin."

"Hey! I'm only eighteen." A strange smile flashed across her face. "And I'm not a virgin anymore."

"What? When?"

"There's a TA at the college..."

"You don't go to college."

Carly sighed deeply. "I'm trying to tell you what happened, okay? Don't interrupt."

"Sorry."

"I was registering for my fall cla.s.ses when we met. He's six years older than me, so he said he was too

old to take me out."

"But you persisted?"

Carly nodded. "I seduced him." She lifted a shoulder. "Things are progressing."

"Do you love him?"

Carly's world-weary expression was replaced by a look of excitement. Her blue eyes shone, and her lips

quivered. "Yeah. I think I do."

Mya laughed. "Why do we Langelles women always fall for older men? Dad's nine years older than Mom."

Carly shrugged. "Bobby's only a year older than you. It's not really the same thing."

"O-of course not," she stuttered out as her face got hot again. "I don't know what I was thinking."

Carly snorted, but let it pa.s.s. "You going to finish that Carrot Delight?"

"h.e.l.l no!" After shoving it across to her sister, Mya went to the counter to order a banana orange

smoothie. For the first time since she had started playing Roarke's game, she felt buoyant. She was already planning ways to implement her own rules into the game. He wouldn't know what hit him.

Chapter Fifteen.

Gifts and a Revelation Friday, there was a knock at the door a little after eight in the morning. Mya heard no one stir, and Bobby continued to snore beside her. With a yawn, she rolled out of bed, fumbled on a robe, and padded on bare feet to the living room. Carly was curled in a ball on the foldout leather sofa, with a thin line of drool running down her cheek.

Mya bit back a grin and peeked through the peephole. An impatient looking UPS man stood on the other side. She removed the security lock and eased open the door. "Hi."

"Good morning." He glanced down at his board. "I have a delivery for Mya Lang, uh, less?"

She winced at the misp.r.o.nunciation. "I'm Mya Langelles."

"Sign here."

Mya took the board from him and signed her name in the electronic box. After she returned his reader, he lifted a large box from the hallway.

"Who's it from?" Mya tried to get a glimpse of the corner, but he held it too high for her to see.

"I don't know. Do you want me to set it down for you?"

She smiled. "Please." Once she had stepped aside, Mya led him to the kitchen table where he put it

down. After he left the apartment, she took the shears from the wooden block and set to work on the

box.

Her sister came into the kitchen, still in her pajamas. "Whacha doing?" Carly's yawn caused the words to be a bit garbled. She dropped into a chair. "Who's that from?"

Mya shrugged. "I don't know. There's no return address."

"Hmm." Carly lifted a corner of the tape with her acrylic nail and pulled it off the box in one smooth motion.

Between them, they had the large box opened in a few seconds. Mya frowned when she saw another,

smaller box. She lifted it out and grunted at the unexpected weight.

"Pretty." Carly caressed the light pink and cream marbled box. "There's a card." She lifted the envelope from the box and slipped a nail inside to open it.

Mya s.n.a.t.c.hed it from her sister's lean fingers. "Do you mind? It is for me."

Carly shrugged. "Fine." She turned her attention to untying the ribbon on the pastel swirled box.

The glue on the pink envelope resisted Mya, so she ripped the side. A thick cream card fell onto the

table, and she lifted it.

Pamper yourself.

R.

"What does it say?" Carly abandoned the ribbon to s.n.a.t.c.h the card from Mya's fingers. "Oooh. I wonder what he sent you?"

Mya's hands shook with excitement as she snipped the ribbon Carly hadn't gotten to, then lifted off the top of the box. "Wow."

Carly peered into the box. "What is all that?"

Her movements were careful when she lifted out a wire basket filled with gla.s.s jars of varying sizes. "It's