“Okay, I’m going to go first since you’re silent over there.” She taps her chin. “Hmm, I’ll start off easy, what’s your favorite color?”
“You’re going to waste one of your questions on that?”
“It’s not a waste. Someone’s favorite color tells a lot about them. So, what’s yours?”
“Black,” I answer.
“Ah, I presume like your soul.”
“A percentage of my soul,” I answer while sticking my hands behind my head. Lilly has yet to lie down, she’s sitting cross-legged, turned so she’s facing me. If she wanted to, she could rest her hand on my stomach, that’s how close she is.
“Ooo, so mysterious, just like your favorite color.” She winks. “Okay, ask me a question.”
I want to ask her about her sexual behavior, what she liked the most at the sex club, and what turned her on. I want to dive deep into that conversation, but I know it’s inappropriate. Probably not something I should ask the future queen of Torskethorpe. Plus, what am I going to do with that information when she answers? Just sit on it? Stew with it swirling around in my head over and over again, reminding me how much I want her but how much I can’t have her?
Probably not smart.
“What’s your most prized possession?”
“Ooo, okay, coming in with a solid first question.” She rubs her hands together. “I guess it depends. I have a box of memories from my parents that I cherish, but it’s hard to go through those memories because I end up missing them so much. The pain can be debilitating at times.”
“I can understand that,” I say quietly.
“So even though those memories mean the most to me, I put them in another category in my head. Therefore, my most prized possession? Hmmm, that would easily have to be my vibrator.”
My eyes snap to hers, finding her smirking, completely pleased with herself. “That is not your most prized possession.”
“Yes, it is.” She wets her lips. “I’m a very sexual person. I love getting off, and I found a vibrator that’s the perfect match for me. It’s so valuable that I packed it and brought it with me, with extra batteries. But to my dismay, I can’t use it because we’re practically sleeping in the same room since the doors to the bathroom won’t shut.”
I would probably lose my goddamn mind if I heard her getting off in the next room. There’s no way I’d be able to lie there in bed and not do something. Not storm through the bathroom, take the vibrator in my hand, and do the work for her.
“And trust me, I’ve thought about using it. I’m not making a move on you or anything, but the night of the broom, seeing you in a pair of briefs . . . I have to be honest, Fitzy, you have a great body. I could have easily masturbated to that image.”
Fuck.
Me.
“We shouldn’t be talking about this,” I say, as I feel this overwhelming need to roll her to her back and let her feel how her words are affecting me. How I’m hardening at the thought of her masturbating to me.
“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy.” She pushes at me playfully. “I told you I wasn’t trying to make a move, just speaking the truth, and the truth is always healthy. You’re incredibly handsome. It’s facts.”
Not facts that I need in my head.
“Next question,” I say.
“Ugh, fine. Let’s see . . . oh, here’s a good one—have you ever had a girlfriend?”
“Yes,” I answer, leaving it at that.
“Uh, care to elaborate?”
“No, I don’t.”
“That’s not what this game is about. You have to give me a little more detail. How many girlfriends? Were any of them serious? Wait . . . do you have a girlfriend now?”
“That’s more than one question.”
“Please, Keller.” She shakes me. “Just share with me, you black-souled hottie.”
Fuck, that makes me crack a smile, and this time she sees it.
“Oooo, I got you.” She points at my face. “I got you to loosen up. Your jaw unclenched. Come on, tell me more.”
Sighing, I push my hand through my hair and say, “One serious girlfriend—fiancée, to be exact.”
“Fiancée?” she asks. “Wow, I didn’t see that coming. So, you must have really loved her. What happened?”
“She got a job opportunity to work in London. We talked about what to do. I told her my life is with Torskethorpe, she didn’t see it that way, and things were broken off.”