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I follow him into the kitchen, confused. “What are you doing here at all? I thought you were going to call me with some ideas, or something?” I can’t help the way my voice pitches upward as he walks right into my room and tosses his backpack on the bed.
“Oh, well, sure. I guess I could’ve called,” he agrees. Oliver turns to me, closing the distance between us as he grins sharply with his teeth bared. “But that would’ve ruined the fun. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Not on your life,” I reply automatically, without thinking about it whatsoever. “I don’t get it—Oliver, if I’m going to stream, I have to do it ineight minutes,” I snap, gesturing to where my laptop is set up on my desk as well.
“Okay, well, I’m going to help you,” he goes on sweetly, his voice like rich honey in my ears. “Just like I told you I would.”
“I don’t need a cinematographer.”
“I’m not offering to be one.” He reaches out to rest his hands on my hips, causing my breath to stutter in my lungs. “Let me stream with you.”
“What?” I yelp, voice sounding high and strangled. “With me? You?” He nods. “Not just on your stream as well. You meanwithme, like, same show and same webcam?”
He nods again, smile turning teasing and darkly amused.
“Will we be like? Umm… Sitting next to each other, or interacting, or—” I have a good feeling that isn’t what he means at all. Especially when he cuts me off.
“No, wonder girl,” he purrs, lips close to mine. “I want to fuck you on your stream for all those men that wish they could do it themselves.”
My heart stops beating in my chest. That’s the only explanation for the way my ribs contract just as his mouth brushes mine. “I don’t know if I—”
“Come on,” he continues. “What’s the harm? They’ve seen everything before. They’ve seen you get yourself off. You aren’t hiding anything from them. Let me help you take things up a level, won’t you?”
The idea sounds equal parts enticing and terrifying. There’s a big difference in controlling what I do while streaming, and letting Oliver fuck me during it.
“What if…” I trail off, biting my lip, and suck in a breath. “I don’t know, Oliver. I mean, for one, I’ve never done that on my stream. What if my viewers hate it?”
“What if you gain more?”
“What if I do something I don’t want to do?”
“What if you trust me not to let you?” He reaches up to cup my cheek in his warm palm, steady gaze finding mine.
I shouldn’t. Not with everything I know about him. Not with everything that I’m still trying to figure out, and the way I’m trying to push him away from me. I need him to understand that I don’t want him,ora relationship with a serial killer.
I need him to take me seriously.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promises in a soft purr. “I would never hurt you. Or let you do anything you’d regret. We’ll shorten your stream, say it’s a Halloween special before you go out tonight. We’ll say I’m just a friendly trick-or-treater, coming to demand something sosweet.” I shiver when helicksup my jaw.
“You’ll never take me seriously again when I tell you I don’t want to be in a relationship with you,” I breathe, my eyes closed as I try not to focus on how much my body is responding to him.
“I’ll always take you seriously. And this isn’t you saying yes tous, Blair. This isn’t you agreeing to anything more than hosting me on your stream.”
“Somehow it feels like more than that.” God, I wish I could believe him that this really is just me doing that. But how in the world could I?
“We’ll go slow,” he continues, still agonizingly understanding. “We’ll go slow and if I see you aren’t into it, I’ll stop. Okay? Thirty minutes with me and you’re going to have so many new viewers, it’ll be insane, I promise.”
“What if you’re wrong?” My heart flutters in my chest as a smile curves his lips again.
“Then I’ll give you ten grand to make up for it.”
“No, you won’t. You don’t have ten grand.”
“Then I better not be wrong, huh? Or Rook might kill me for going into debt for this.” His teasing tone is infectious, intriguing, and frankly?
I want to.
It’s curiosity more than anything, I tell myself as he tugs me over to the bed. He stops me when I start to take off my shirt, and shakes his head. “Let me do it on stream.” When I hesitate, he adds, “What’s wrong, Blair? Is there something else?”
