Page 32 of The Spare

But not for long.

"Keep your legs closed, Melody," Mason says, his voice softening.

My heart skips a beat, but I play off how badly his words affected me. "You're cocky for assuming. Who says I haven't opened them already? Maybe I was going to join them for a threesome, and you answering the phone stopped me."

"I swear to God," he snaps, his voice losing all softness as his anger comes back."Letme find out you're not a virgin, and I'm going to beat your ass into the-"

I hang up on him, finish my business and saunter out of the bathroom, looking at Stephen who has a wildly uncomfortable expression on his face. "No, sir. She was in there by herself. The couple was two showers down. Yes, I'm sure." His eyes slide to me before sliding away. "Yes, sir, I will."

My jaw drops, seeing he's speaking with Mason through his ear piece."You'll what?"I snap, as he hangs up with him.

"Keep a closer eye on you," Stephen answers deadpan.

I narrow my eyes, but he keeps an impassive look on his face. "Want to go on a run?" I say threateningly. His eyes slide from mine.

They purposely hired Stephen due to how fast he can run, a requirement put in by Izzy. I had to have a security guard who could run faster than me.

Stephen just shrugs his shoulders. He runs fast, but he doesn't like long distance. He'll do it, though. I've tested it twice. Once in the pouring rain, even. I don't know what they pay him, but it's not enough.

I make my way into my dorm room and tilt my head back lamenting the sight of my laptop sitting there reminding me of my fucking homework.

I set my bag down and pull out my phone again, calling Mason back.

"What?"he snaps.

"Don't talk to me like that.I need you,"I whine quietly, trying to appeal to his gentler side.

"Need what, Melody?Hm?What do you need? Tell me."

"I need help with my homework."

"Don't youeverhang up on me again," he growls, making a shiver roll down my spine, and my pussy clench greedily. "Do you understand me, butterfly?"

I smile, doing a little dance. "I understand. Oh hey, can you grab us a soda?"

Mason pauses, going quiet. "Already planned on it."

"Yay," I say, throwing myself down on my bed. My hand goes in between my legs, and I touch myself, feeling the tingles of my orgasm still there.

Mason makes a rough sound, and I hear another door close. "I think because you pissed me off I'm going to have you on your knees longer today. I'll be there in an hour."

"That's fine with me," I say, rubbing myself harder. "I gotta go, Mase. I'll see you when you get here." I hang up the phone and arch my back, moaning as I work myself into another orgasm at what just happened between us.

I fall asleep, only waking up when I hear his knock on the door. I pinch my arm, convinced I was dreaming.

By the look in his eyes I'm not so sure. I watch him carefully.

He hugs me a little longer today. His mouth lingers on my temple, and his hand settles lower than normal, curving over the top of my ass, and I eat it up just like the greedy girl he'd called me earlier on the phone.

By the time I'm on my knees looking up at him, letting him pour soda in my mouth while I wish it was something else, I'm damn sure I wasn't, and the phone call actually happened. He doesn't let me up until I drink the entire can.

It takes a bit.

And by the time he leaves, only after making sure I got every question correct, I'm convinced that he wants me, too. But if so, why hasn't he picked me up yet? My insecurities swirl, getting the better of me. Convincing me that I'm not good enough for him.

So, when he calls me later that night, I ignore him.

Chapter eleven