“At least I have a sex life.”
As the game went on, the questions got interesting, yet Nadia’s answers were predictable. I knew she hadn’t had a threesome or sent someone a naughty picture. It just wasn’ther.
“Never have I ever been shy in the bedroom,” Caroline said.
Mel, Sarah, Ethan and Chase of all people raised their glasses, but Naida remained glued to her seat.
“Don’t act all courageous now, baby doll. Drink. Drink a lot.”
She scoffed, but a small smile stretched her lips and she pressed the rim of the wine glass to her lips. It was my turn to make a statement. I chose to check if I could really trust Chase.
“Never have I ever wanted to have sex with my friend’s girlfriend.”
Chase looked around the room, his drink untouched, body language confirming the choice.
Good for you.
Not so good for Ethan who drank his whiskey, eyeing Nadia as if I weren’t there. I grabbed my cigarettes and stormed out of the dining room to stop from getting in his face. I wouldn’t hold back if Sarah wasn’t there, but I didn’t want to embarrass her. On the other hand, she should know that her boyfriend would leave her high and dry if Nadia showed any interest in him.
He wanted a chance with her long before we met, but once she was mine, he should have labelled her as untouchable.
Charles joined me outside, an electronic cigarette in hand. “I’ve noticed you’ve been watching Chase all evening. What did he do?”
I rested my back on the wall, standing the collar on my coat.
“Nothing yet. He’s closer to Nadia than I’d like him to be, and I want to make sure that he can be trusted. Don’t worry; he’s good.”
Charles nodded, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “I think he just wants her friendship, but you can never be sure with Chase. He likes a challenge and going againstyoudefinitely is a challenge.”
I wasn’t worried. People were quite easy to read if you paid enough attention. I watched Chase closely, but nothing about his behaviour sparked my possessiveness, which was more than I could say about my good friend The Jerk. Ethan still eyed my girl as if she were a piece of candy that he couldn’t wait to sink his Hollywood teeth in, and if he wouldn’t stop soon, he would end up picking those teeth up from the floor.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“It’s not like he’s any competition to you,” Charles continued, “but he’s a charmer. He’s got a way with girls.”
I scoffed, my annoyance growing by the second. Charles had one major flaw—he rambled on until he made a fool out of himself and pissed off everyone around. Unintentionally, granted, but still.
“It almost sounds as if you think Nadia could fall for his shit.”
“No, of course not. She’s clever, and she loves you, but…”
The patio door slid open, saving Charles from digging the hole deeper. Nadia came out, an embarrassed tint to her cheeks. She crossed the lawn, pushed her bum onto my laps, forcing me to move my hands to let her sit.
“What is it, baby doll?”
She draped one hand over my shoulders. “This game is so stupid,” she muttered, waiting for me to light her cigarette. “It seems I’m almost a virgin around here. I only drank like twice all evening.”
Charles threw his cigarette into the ashtray and left us alone, either sensing an uncomfortable conversation, or feeling uncomfortable with the way my hands caressed Nadia’s smooth legs. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself if I tried.
“What was it this time?”
She huffed some more. “Never have I ever had sex in a public place.”
Thank God. I loved that she was so inexperienced. She wasn’t a virgin when we met, but she hadn’t even dominated by that point, and that was pretty close to virginity if you asked me. She was adventurous, letting me try different positions and tricks, but at the same time she was so goddamn innocent in comparison to what the blondes got me used to. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“That’s a good thing.” I pushed my hand under her dress to cup her round bum. “Not everyone has to be wild. I like that you’re not. You belong in my warm bed, on satin sheets, not in a restroom of some club with your skirt up, gripping the sink.”
“Too much information.” She pressed a kiss to my temple. “I’ll pretend I hadn’t just visualised fifty different blondes in that position.”