Up In The Air: In Flight Part 18
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Stephan was still watching TV. "You need any help?" he asked me.
"Nah. It's an easy meal. I'll text you when it's ready."
"I need to make some calls," James told me as I let us into my house. He was carrying the bag with his laptop. "Where would it be most convenient for me to set up shop?"
I shrugged. "Anywhere that's not directly in my way while I'm cooking."
He set up in the dinning room, watching me cook while he worked, talking on the phone nearly constantly, taking call after call.
He cursed suddenly, and I looked back, startled.
"I forgot that was friday," he was saying. His tone turned dry. "It slipped my mind. f.u.c.k." He listened for a few moments, looking agitated. "Yes, yes, set it up. I know. Drop it. I said set it up."
He looked at me, trouble in his eyes. He ended the call, then closed his eyes and cursed fluently.
I went back to cooking. It had been deeply ingrained in me at a young age not to pry, so I didn't. If he wanted to tell me something, he would. But the curiosity was killing me.
"I forgot about a charity event that I can't miss on friday evening," he told me, his tone careful. "I don't have to be there until maybe ten, so we'll have until then to spend together. You can, of course, stay at my place while I attend. I'll duck out at the earliest possible opportunity."
My spine stiffened at the realization that this was what the 'no dating' part meant. He would leave me at home like a dirty little secret while he met with his peers.
"That's alright," I said in a carefully neutral tone. "I'd rather stay at my hotel room. It's an early morning for me. I'll just leave your place when you do on Friday night."
"I would prefer that you not leave," he said in his most polite, cajoling voice. "I promise you won't be late in the morning."
I shot him a level stare, but quickly went back to prepping the chicken. "If you're leaving that night, then so am I."
He sucked in a breath.
"Are you upset?" he asked, sounding alarmed.
"I'm not," I told him.
"Why won't you stay with me on Friday, then?"
"I don't want to stay there if you're going out. I'll leave when you do," I repeated.
"What can I do to change your mind?" he asked, his tone turning seductive.
"You can't. Don't bother trying. We have an arrangement based solely on our preferences. This is what I prefer." My voice was cold and getting colder. I wasn't angry, but I was...resigned. Resigned to the idea of him disappointing me. And even more resolved not to give him more than I was willing to lose.
"What if I made it an order? Or a condition?" he asked, his tone getting hard.
I made my face into it's best expressionless mask and looked at him. "Then this a.s.sociation may end even sooner than I had realized."
His jaw clenched, a tick starting up in his cheek. "I can't back out of this. It was my mother's charity, and I'm expected to attend, even to say a few words."
I didn't miss the fact that asking me to come with him hadn't even occurred.
"I don't know why you're pressing the issue. So I'll sleep at my hotel. What is the problem?" My words were growing clipped with frustration.
"I can't head back to Vegas until Monday. We won't see each other for days," he said, as though that explained his reaction.
I shrugged. "Just call me when we're in the same city. What is the issue?"
My voice had become so brisk that I could hear a hint of my mother's long ago accent surface. It usually only came out when I was deeply shaken. He had an affect on me that I didn't want to acknowledge, even to myself, but even my voice seemed to know it.
He had moved in behind me, and he gripped my hair softly, breathing warmly on my neck as he spoke. "Are you so unaffected by me?"
I was breathing hard now, but I answered calmly enough. "I went twenty-three years without s.e.x. A few days certainly won't kill me. What do you think I'll do when we're finished? I doubt I could find another lover right away." My accent thickened slightly as I realized at the end that I was trying to goad him.
It came back to me way too easily, the accent I had heard and affected for most of my young life. It surfaced only with strong emotions. It both terrified and t.i.tillated me, what I would found down the road of his fury.
He growled, literally growled, into my neck. "I'm going to punish you for that."
"Yes, I know," I breathed, dreading and wanting it in equal parts.
He wrenched himself away, sitting back in his chair in the dining room. He seemed too big for the room suddenly, his eyes livid and wild.
"You're playing with me," he said raggedly.
His a.s.sessment of the situation surprised me. I sent him a questioning look.
"Is that how it seems to you?" I asked, stunned by the notion.
He ran a hand over his face and sc.r.a.ped it through his golden-streaked hair.
"You're tying me in knots, yet you remain unaffected yourself. Are you just waiting for a reason to end this? That's the impression I'm getting at the moment. And that drives me f.u.c.king crazy, since I don't have a clue what will tip the scales against me."
I finished prepping the chicken, putting the marinating dish in the fridge until I was ready to grill it. I moved to the asparagus.
"I don't know what to tell you, James," I finally said. "Perhaps I can't give you what you want."
"I want you!" His fist made me jump as it struck the tabletop with a jarring boom.
"If you ever use your fists on me, that will be a reason," I told him quietly, watching that clenched fist and trying not to flinch.
He looked instantly remorseful, and I knew from his reaction that the stark terror that always resided somewhere inside of me had revealed itself, at least a little.
He approached me, and I tried not to cringe away. I was determined to face the fear, not to curl into a ball as I had as a child. He hugged me very carefully from behind. I let him, because I would have felt like a coward if I ran.
"I would never do that, you have to believe me. I would never use my fists on you. I'm so sorry if I scared you."
I shrugged. It was a jerky motion. "As long as we're clear."
"I never saw it before, but I scare you, don't I?" he asked, a strange edge to his voice.
I tried to concentrate on was.h.i.+ng and breaking the asparagus.
"Is this an information exchange again? Are we sharing?" I asked archly.
He blew out a frustrated breath. "What do you want to know about me?"
A question popped immediately into my head. I hated it, but I hated not knowing more. "When was the last time you had s.e.x, before the first time with me?"
He cursed. "I don't think you want to know that. I don't think that's good for our relations.h.i.+p, to tell you that."
I shrugged a tiny shrug, and he cursed again.
"That d.a.m.n shrug is the most infuriating thing I've ever seen! What does it mean? That you don't give a d.a.m.n, one way or another?"
I shrugged again. "It means tell me or don't tell me. But if you want my information, you'll give me yours."
"About eight days, I think. The day before I met you," he said, and I felt him watching my face like a hawk.
So it was as I had suspected, I thought, keeping my face blank. He does this all the time. I was right to place no stock in this.
I just nodded, though unaccountably, my chest hurt a little.
"Yes, you scare me," I told him, after a very long silence, while I processed his answer. "But I'm irrevocably f.u.c.ked up, so you excite me in equal measures. I find it liberating, to let someone control me. Someone who makes me tremble with fear. I've spent a great deal of my life running from the things that scare me, so this has been illuminating for me." My voice was quiet, but that d.a.m.ned accent was back.
He stiffened and backed away from me, looking aghast.
I glanced over my shoulder, surprised. "Is that unusual? Isn't that how this little game is played? I just a.s.sumed that most of the women who liked pain with pleasure were like me. But I suppose you are probably a far bigger expert than I am about that."
I studied him closely. His face held a harsh sort of tension, though I could see that he was trying to hide it.
"I don't want you to fear me," he said, his voice raw. "I want to make you nervous and skittish and submissive, but not scared. I want you to trust me."
I blinked at him, at a loss. "I'm sorry."
I went back to cooking, and he fell silent.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
Mr. Charming "You get a faint accent sometimes. What is that?" he asked, breaking the long silence.
It was almost a relief to have him do something other than just stare at me, brooding, though I didn't care for the question. I would have preferred that he not notice my slip.
"Another exchange, so soon?" I asked cooly. "I would have thought the last one was enough for one night."
He didn't speak for a long time, though I knew without looking that he was angry.
"Fine. Ask me anything," he said through clenched teeth.
"How many women have you slept with?" I asked, and immediately wanted to kick myself. If I was going to reveal my feelings so recklessly, I would have preferred a better question.
"A lot. I haven't been counting. More than I'm proud of. Mostly submissive's in the last five years or so, and, for the most part, very short acquaintances."
"Have you ever had a serious relations.h.i.+p?" I plowed on, hoping he wouldn't make me reveal two things as well, though if he tried, I was ready to point out that he hadn't technically answered my first question.
"No. I was basically a s.l.u.t in college, if I'm honest. I f.u.c.ked any hot woman I saw. And after that, I found girls with very specific tastes, but it was never about anything but s.e.x and dominance."
I sighed, not knowing if I was relieved or appalled. I'd have to examine my feelings later.
"I was born in the states," I began. "My parents, however, were both from Sweden and spoke with heavy accents. I had a slight accent myself, until they were gone. Then I tried to lose it. It comes back sometimes. I don't know why."
"It's lovely. I don't know why you would make an effort to disguise it."
I gave him my little shrug, not looking at him. "Stephan and I stood out enough already. We attended a few high schools together. We were inseparable even then, but I didn't want to make us stand out even more with a strange accent. We were already the only two ridiculously tall blonds at every school we went to. We were a head taller than everyone else there."
I glanced at him.
He was focused on me with that certain look on his face that made me think he was soaking up every sc.r.a.p of information I fed him.
I fell silent. He had actually gotten me to chat about myself. I was a little dismayed at the realization.
Eventually James went back to answering his phone, and I went outside to put the chicken on my tiny charcoal grill. I texted Stephan that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes.
He brought a bottle of red wine, revealing it with a flourish.
I gave him a wry smile. We both knew he would be the only one drinking it. He grinned back, going directly into the kitchen to open it and pour himself a gla.s.s.
"Would anyone like some?" he asked politely.
James shook his head, ending his phone call quickly.
I refused, and James sent me a warm look. The man did not like alcohol, it was clear.
I served dinner as soon as it was ready, and there wasn't even a hint of awkwardness while we ate dinner, chatting amiably. I enjoyed it while it lasted. Both men complimented the simple meal lavishly.
"So Bianca tells me you two went to high school together here in Las Vegas. And that you towered a head above everyone else there."
Stephan laughed, sending me a surprised but pleased look.
"Yes," he said. "Everyone called us Barbie and Ken. They all thought we were a couple, since I carried her backpack and walked her to every cla.s.s."
James smiled a ches.h.i.+re cat smile.
Sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I thought. I saw his plan clearly now. He was going to get some free information out of Stephan.
"Bianca wouldn't admit it at the time, but the nickname embarra.s.sed the h.e.l.l out of her," Stephan continued.
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