Page 71 of Making Over Maris

“Sure. I mean, if you want to. I can play that game.”

Her hackles rose. It wasn’t a game to her. It was who she was. And she was done pretending.

She snapped into character, purring, “Would you like me to tie you up and spank your bottom, you bad boy?”

He shivered. Swallowed. His eyes glazed over. “Um. Yeah. Okay.”

“Do you want me to make you suffer?”

He stood up straight. “Oh Sara. God. Yes.”

She tipped her head to the side. “Last time I tried that, you couldn’t get away fast enough.”

“What can I say? You took me by surprise.”

She chuckled. “Silly rabbit. That’s when it’s best.”

“Wow.” He ran a finger around his collar. “I gotta say, Sara, I think I’m looking forward to this.”

“Are you?” He thought he was looking forward to it? She put out a lip, trying to feel sorry for him. The idiot had no idea what he’d missed. And he’d never find out. “Too bad. Because I’m not making you dinner tonight.”

“You’re not? Did-did you want me to make it?” His features scrunched in confusion. As though making dinner for her was something he’d never considered. Like ever. In his life.

Sara snorted. “Todd, you’re an idiot.”

“Is this…part of the game?”

“The game?”

“You know. The sex thing.”

“No. This is not part of the game. Do you know why?”

He shook his head.

“Because there is no game. Not with you anyway, Todd.”

“What? But Sara, baby. It was so good between us.”

“Was it?” She wrinkled her nose. “Hmm. Not how I remember it. But whatever. Point is, whatever it was we had is over.”

“But Sara—”

“No. Not over.”

“That’s better, baby. I know we can—”

“Dead is a better word. Yes. Dead.”

“Baby…”

“Don’t call me baby. In fact, don’t call me. Like ever again, Todd.” She crossed to the door, opened it. Tapped her toe. “Bye.”

He came to her side. “What are you saying, Sara?”

“Buh bye.”

“Seriously? What are you saying?”