merely raised my brows at her , not wanting to answer.
She clasped her hands together. "Are you nervous?"
" Should I be?" She was acting clueless. Like she didn't know what she was doing.
" I would think it would be a natural reaction," she said nonchalantly.
" You do, huh? You learned that in Psych 101? Dr. Tara?"
She rolled her eyes then leveled a gaze on me.
Not seeing any sign of the woman she'd shown me the night before crushed me. I couldn't keep it from showing.
" What is your problem? You're being an ass."
" Me?"
" Yes, you."
" I've been being an ass." A disbelieving laugh escaped.
" That's what I said."
" And you?"
" What about me? Jesus, what do you want? You want me to swoon at your feet?" She gave that snort, like it was silly. "We're adults. Not teenagers."
I shook my head and lo wered my gaze. "Really."
" Yes. Really. I don't know what you expect from me, but this is who I am. I'm not this…flowery person, this fountain of bubbly good feelings overflowing all over the place."
" Yeah, because that's exactly what I want from you." So fucking ridiculous.
The door opened and Tara's favorite blonde female entered and sat in the third chair at the table. Just what I needed, more tension in the air. She'd taken great pains to inform me her name was Danielle the day before, like I gave a shit.
Today, she held a clip board. "And how is America's favorite couple?" She handed us each a sheet of paper and pen with that bright sun-shiny smile she always wore when Tara and I were at odds.
It all a dded to the played the fool vibe that was slowly rubbing me raw. Tara and I mumbled our greeting and she went on with her fakery. "Welcome to day two of battle. We'll be starting out with a little test of knowledge. About each other, of course. Nothing to it."
I laughed and slapped my palm on the table then winked at Tara. "Nothing to it, love."
She gave me a sour look and Danielle shuffled through her papers. "Great! Let's get to it." She removed her jacket, displaying a sheer white blouse that clearly exposed her red bra beneath. She'd had quite the boob job and what didn't show through the fabric showed through the gaping spaces between the too few buttons struggling to hold it shut.
I glanced at Tara and found her glaring at me. Oh? She wanted to be jealous? Wasn 't she just the sweetest fucking contradiction? No doubt she thought I preferred my women leggy, big boobed, blonde, and dressed to kill. I couldn't possibly like dark-haired, hazel-eyed women with near boyish features and a slim body. And fuck if just thinking about it didn't get me hard.
Danielle clasped her elegant fingers together, red nails glistening. "You were given a written test during audition as you recall, and we'll be using some of those to conduct this phase of the challenge. Ready?"
Again Tara and I mumbled our consent.
"I'll start with Tara." Danielle turned in her seat and faced her. "We asked Lucian what was his biggest kink. Tell us what you think his answer was."
" Oh." Tara slipped on her aloof mask and looked at me. I gave her a quirked brow. "I'd have to go with…" she pursed her lips, then turned to the woman. "The…butt. Of a woman." She nodded and nodded and nodded. "That's my final answer."
It was damn funny to see her speak casually about something I knew had her cringing inside. "I need… you to be a little more specific." Danielle winced a bit as though she knew the same thing I did.
Tara sat back with a sigh then immediately forward again, hands beneath the table, no doubt gripping something to keep from biting her nails. She kept her gaze on the table. "He likes… I mean I'd guess he likes… to um. Use his…" She scratched her cheek roughly and looked away. "Tongue."
" Ohhhh." Danielle sounded eager. "He likes that tongue action in the ass. Mmm. Nice. Point for Tara." She made sure to load those final words with envy.
" Yay for me." Tara pumped her fist in pathetic enthusiasm.
" Lucian, your turn." She