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Chapter Seven
Dr. Norma Rose turned out to be a disembodied voice coming out of a small speaker mounted on the wall of the equally small cubby that Cammie and Zane had been ushered into. “Get comfortable, my lovelies,” Dr Rose said in a sultry voice. “We will begin the Dirty Talk for Couples session in two minutes. Please know that your privacy is protected at all times while you are in your booth.”
Cammie still didn’t quite understand how it all happened, so kudos to Sherri for being a whirlwind of chaos management. If Cammie hadn’t been so horrified, she might consider passing Sherri’s name along to her boss, Sabine, because clearly the woman had talent as an event pusher. As it was, Cammie found herself in a couple’s session that would require a level of intimacy that, once again, she felt was reserved for longer-term relationships, with a man she’d only just begun getting to know. Not that she didn’t love a little dirty talk, but to be guided through it like this? With lights on and kinda sorta in public? No matter what privacy precautions were being taken—which Cammie didn’t think were that cautious, based on how flimsy the walls seemed. Um…no. Dirty talk was for the heat of the moment. It was for couples who’d known each other longer than twenty-four hours. It was—
“Food’s here!” Sherri yanked open the door and motioned the servers to bring in trays and trays of food.
Cammie looked over the small space. There was an oversized beanbag couch that seemed impossible for two full grown adults to squish into, but otherwise, the room was empty.
“It’ll be like a picnic! Set the trays on the floor there,” Sherri said to the servers. Then, turning to Cammie and Zane, she followed up with,” Don’t be shy, you two. Take a seat.”
Cammie side-eyed the couch but Zane was already lowering himself into position, apparently fully game for whatever was about to happen.
“What’s wrong, Cammie? Is this session not to your liking? I can always try to find you another—”
“No, no.” The last thing Cammie wanted was for Sherri to find another session or whatever. At least this wasn’t role playing. She could manage dirty talk with Zane. “This is fine. Really.” She scooted over to the couch, weaving through the trays piled high with delicious-smelling food, then ungracefully lowered herself next to Zane.
She not only sunk into the beanbag but also toppled sideways like she had no control over her limbs. Zane chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around her to keep her upright.
It was very intimate but, strangely, also kinda nice. Being cuddled up with Zane wasn’t the worse thing in the world. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad session after all. Maybe they could ignore Dr. Sex-Talk Guru and just finish their meal together and continue talking. Maybe they could fake their way—
“Hello, Cammie and Zane!”
Cammie jolted and, somehow, managed to stifle a scream.
“I’m Dr. Rose, and I’ll be your coach during parts of this session. Relax and get comfy.” Her husky voice did nothing to sooth Cammie’s nerves. “I’ll give you direction in a few moments and walk you through the first exercise, then give feedback when you’re done.”
Cammie looked at Zane, whose eyes were crinkled and whose lips were curled into a grin like this was the funniest thing to ever happen to him. “Thanks, Dr. Rose,” he said with a wink for Cammie. “We look forward to your feedback.”
Worst idea ever!Not that it had been her idea but still… If only she’d asserted herself instead of letting Sherri bully her into this cubby. Seriously, what had come over her to let someone hijack her plans? Not that she’d had a to-do list for the day…not officially, anyway, but she had decided that she and Zane needed to get to know one another, since they were going to be spending so much time together investigating a murder! She’d chosen the bistro because the reviews had said that it had just the right amount of white noise to make first dates less awkward. But that damn event witch had sidelined Cammie’s perfectly fine lunch idea for this…this shitshow of an experience.
Cammie shoved herself forward then grabbed one of the boxes of food. Maybe if her mouth was full of meat, she wouldn’t have to participate and she could just pretend she was too busy eating to do anything the doctor said.
“Smart thinking.” Zane grabbed another box. “We can incorporate food into our dirty talk.”
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Cammie had the seasoned potato wedges, which were delightfully packed with flavor and just the right contrast of crunchy outside, soft inside, box in her hand. She shoved two wedges into her mouth, unconcerned by how that might look. If Zane couldn’t handle her ‘hangry’ times, he wouldn’t be able to handle her at all.
“Well, I figure we can make the best of it. Unless you want to go?” He motioned his thumb toward the door.
Cammie gave him a dark look but took the time to chew then swallow before responding. “And run the risk of the wrath of Sherri? I think not.” She plucked a rib from his box. Who knows what that woman could force us into next? “And for the record, I don’t have a problem with dirty talk.”
“No?” Zane didn’t seem surprised, just amused. “I’d imagine it’s more the broad daylight, cubby in the middle of the ship, walls as thin as paper, people milling about outside, Dr. Dirty Talk listening in on us and giving pointers, that’s got you all bothered.”
He’d taken the words right out of her mouth, and she had to admit that it surprised her he’d been able to read her so well. She found herself wondering if she was so transparent or if he was just that good at investigating. Silence stretched between them, and she didn’t know what to say, so she filled the gap by eating the juicy, tender, sauce-coated meat off one rib after another, matching Zane stride for stride in food consumption. It was all so damn delicious that she was almost distracted enough to enjoy the meal. The ribs were by far the best, though. They balanced tangy sweet and salty, then followed with a punch of heat that made Cammie moan.
“That’s what I like to hear!” Dr. Rose’s voice boomed over the speaker. “You two just couldn’t wait for me, eh?”
Cammie nearly choked on her food. Zane passed her some sparkling water to help her get it all down her throat.
“We’re enjoying our lunch, Dr. Rose. I hope that’s okay.” He wagged his eyebrows as he took a bite from one of the ribs, then made an exaggerated orgasm face that had Cammie snorting in the most embarrassing way.
“Oh yes, that’s wonderful. Food can be such a sexy addition to our intimate moments.”
Cammie wasn’t sure that the way she was mowing down smoked meat and potatoes was exactly the epitome of sexy, but she was enjoying herself, at least for the moment, anyway.
“Let’s get started,” Dr. Rose said. “We’ll begin with something easy.” There was a rustle of paper. “Zane, we’ll start with you.”
“Sounds good, Doc!” Zane said between bites of a chicken leg.
