I sucked in a harsh breath, pausing for a long moment, wondering if I should just hang up, but then I blurted, “Can you talk?” Hopefully, he recognized my voice, like I did his.
There was an extended pause over the line, and then, “Give me a second.” I heard his voice muffled, as if he had placed his hand over the receiver, stating, “I’ll be back in a second, and no, I don’t agree with you. That action is too extreme.” Nibbling on my lip, I heard a slight uproar at his comment, and possibly someone saying “King Townsend”—the Shifter King in this day and age—meaning he was in some type of a meeting. The voices quieted a few moments later, and hearing what sounded like a few doors shut, he eventually stated, “I’m good to talk now.”
My mouth flapped a few times, now that I had called him, not quite sure what to say, but I eventually babbled, “I’m game for casual and discreet.” Although, in all honesty, I really didn’t even know what “casual” meant. Discreet, now that I could do.
“Alright,” he murmured, and it sounded like he was shuffling the phone around. “I don’t have your file with me,” I had an actual file now with them? “so I’ll need your number.”
“Oh…um.” I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the little slip of paper I had put there with the phone number I had been given under a tiny piece of plastic. I read it off to him, then put the phone back to my ear. “Did you get that?”
Distracted words. “You don’t even know your own phone number.” I really didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept quiet, abnormally nervous, but it sounded like he was shuffling the phone around again. “Yeah, I got it down.” The sound stopped shifting, so he must have quietened shuffling the phone, asking, “You work from eight to three-thirty, right?”
I didn’t even ask how he knew that. “Yes.”
“Okay, well I’m normally in a meeting until about five or six, and sporadically in the evenings.” He hummed quietly. “What did you have in mind?”
I blinked. Stared blankly at the refrigerator across from me. Blinked again, realizing he wanted some type of plan. Fucking on a schedule. Alright. Made sense, I guess, with his lifestyle. “Um,” I licked my lips, “I’m free tonight, and any other time this week. I have a feeling my weekends are going to be full. And I only have a couple of days out of the month were I have to stay late for inventory checks.”
I heard a light methodical tapping in the background. “How about Tuesdays and Thursdays around eight until either of us changes our mind?”
God, this was all very normal, like we were scheduling an appointment, but it worked I guess, that way no one was popping up unannounced. “Your place or mine?”
More of the tapping, like he was bopping a pencil on a desk as he thought before he stated candidly, “It has to be your place this week since I have some company in town, and it would be too much to get you in and out of here unseen.” A pause. “And depending on the individuals Elder Jacobs has watching you, I might be a few minutes late or early, to slip in during their switch.”
Yep. I had seen my tails a few times in the past two days. “That works for me.”
“I’ll see you around eight tonight.” And, he hung up.
“Bye,” I mumbled to dead air, hanging my own phone up, then rushed off to take a shower. An odd…girlie…feeling rustled around inside my belly. I was feeling a little off-balanced by my reaction to him, again, second guessing my actions, wondering if I shouldn’t be ignoring him as I had been doing in 2035, but that didn’t stop me from making sure my legs were shaved nice and neat under the hot spray.
My blinds were drawn, having done that even before I called him, I had debated a few outfits, then mentally shrugged and put on a pair of holey jeans and a t-shirt, not sure what to expect, and was brushing my teeth after dinner when a knock came at my door at 7.50. I quickly spat, wiping my mouth off, then hurried to the door, checking out the peephole. I breathed a bit shakily, but hurried to open the door with a steady hand.
Elder Merrick slipped inside quickly, a slight scowl on his face, his thick lashes dusting over his remarkable eyes as he quickly shut the door, stating, “Next time, leave it unlocked for me.”
“Alright,” I murmured, blinking at him a bit.
He ran a hand over his face, appearing a bit off-balanced himself, and then muttered, “I apologize. This,” he flicked a finger between the two of us, “is still new to me.”
“I understand,” I stated calmly, then glanced about my—clean—apartment, and ran my own hand over my face. “And this,” I flicked a finger between him and me, “is new to me, too. I’m honestly not sure what casual means, and what,” my hands fluttered a bit, my gaze peering anywhere but at him, already off kilter because his heat was wrapping around me again, “happens…when you’re casual. One night of fun and even a committed relationship, I know.” I shook my head. “But casual, I’m unfamiliar with.”
I peeked at his face, and saw his brows draw together before he asked, “You were in a committed relationship and you never had sex before?”
Oh. “I’m bi. It was a she. Sex without hardware penetration.”
“Ah.” He nodded once, staring at me, trapping me with his gaze. “Casual, is just that. We do as we please, but with respect for one another.” My breath caught when his hand lifted, gently placing his warm palm against my cheek. He stepped closer, bringing that heat with him and the smell of forests right before a rainfall with the slightest hint of spiced evergreen, the aroma beginning to override his subtle cologne as he brushed his thumb over my lips in a soft caress. “I don’t know what to call you.” My breathing hiccupped, my gut igniting with a warm kindling flame as his thumb brushed over my lips again, black spiral curls dangling roguishly around his face, shadowing it. “Your name’s not Sadie.”
“It is. One of them. So, you can call me that.” I licked my lips, panting a bit as he inhaled heavily, his scent spiking at whatever he smelled off me, navy eyes darkening. “Do…” Another brush of his thumb, making me tremble. “Do I call you Elder Merrick? Or just Merrick when it’s only us together?”
“My name’s Cain,” he whispered, a bit of his wolf in his tone as he started to bend, those eyes moving ever so closer. “Cain Alek Merrick.” His breath was sweet and warm, brushing over my trembling lips the closer he drew. “Call me whatever you wish when we’re alone.”
“Cain,” I whispered, trying the name on my tongue even as I rose on tiptoe, easing up to him gradually.