Certainly not Vivienne.
* * *
Dyson’s Camp
Later that night
Ark
“You suck at poker,” I pointed out cheerfully as we walked down the hallway together. I had talked Olivia into heading into town with me tonight. After three days of working together at camp, without an ounce of funny business between us, I was convinced we had maintained our veneer of professionalism among our co-workers.
Did they know as soon as I dropped her off at her room, I went back to mine and called her?
No.
Did they know I’d purchased a vibrator for her that she kept in the nightstand beside her bed and I would often talk her into using it over the phone?
No.
Did they know a huskily moanedNoahin my ear was enough to make me come five seconds after jerking off?
No.
These were things we kept private. Hidden in the shadows.
Which was why, tonight, a little social interaction wasn’t going to be taken as anything beyond Olivia getting a little stir crazy at camp and wanting to hang out with some other women.
Shelby, Kate, even Eve had played cards with us tonight.Note to self: Eve cheats. And it’s not like she tried to hide the fact. More like she was astounded to be playing with a bunch of people who didn’t cheat.
It was kind of hysterical.
But Olivia was new to poker and, like all rookies, she sucked.
I couldn’t have been happier about it.
“Just you wait,” she warned me. “I didn’t become a rummy expert overnight. But when I nailed it…well, from that point forward, I took no prisoners. Including you. I plan to read up excessively on Hold ’Em and only then will I be ready for a rematch.”
The thought had me worried. Olivia putting her mind to something she wanted to learn and conquer. I had the suspicious feeling I was going to be losing a lot of money to her in the upcoming months.
Unless I could get her focused on strip poker.
I smiled inwardly even as I stopped at her door. “Good night. Early start tomorrow. I want to get a jump on what we accomplished today.”
Which was completely crazy but true. I had brought her here on totally false pretenses, but the truth was I actually liked working with her. Pitting my brain against hers. Her pushing me harder than I might have pushed myself toward even better designs. It was crazy to me but it was happening.
“Yep. ’Night, Noah.”
I watched her unlock the door, step inside then I heard her lock it behind her.
Making my way to my room I said goodnight to a few of the crew in passing. Yep, nothing to see here. Just me heading to my room. Alone.
Once there, I took a quick shower. I was already hard just thinking about what the next few minutes might bring. Toweling dry my hair I walked over to my bed, tossed the towel on the floor and stretched out naked. I picked up the phone and hit the number on the top of my recent page.
“Hey,” I said when she answered. “How about you come over to my room and suck me off?”
“Aw, is someone needing a little more than his own hand tonight?”
She said it like she pitied me. She did NOT pity me.
