Time to Play by Sam Crescent

showing her what the excitement was about with two men. She’d been a
little wild cat in the sack. Three days later the whole story appeared in a
newspaper. When they talked to the singer and asked her why she’d aired out
their dirty laundry, the woman explained that Malcolm blackmailed her. If she
didn’t kiss and tell, then her music career was finished. Once the story did
the rounds a time or two, her career had been over. No one liked a tattle-tale,
especially in their world. Cole shook his head. Could this be the main reason
Malcolm was after destroying their companies?
    How would he react when he found out
about Callum sleeping with his daughter? Cole didn’t
want to think about it. He knew something bad was going to happen. He only
hoped they were prepared for all the crap.  
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    The knock at the door no longer
fazed her. Simone was ready for Cole, and she’d dressed appropriately in a knee
length denim skirt and plunging shirt which showed off her breasts. She opened
the door with her jacket over her arm. “Are you ready?” she asked.
    “You dressed properly.”
    “Yep, come on. Let’s try to beat the
rush hour press camping outside my door.” She locked her door then followed
Cole down the stairs. The shoes she wore clicked with every step she took.
    “It has only been a few days since
you came out with your relationship.”
    “Yeah, and the days feel like
months.”
    Simone made her way to reception.
She stopped at the front desk to collect yesterday’s mail. After the dinner and
the events of the last day, she’d been too exhausted to claim it.
    The daily newspaper caught her eye.
She noticed the picture of her and Callum at the restaurant.
When she went to grab the paper, Cole stopped her. “You don’t need to read that
trash.”
    “I don’t?”
    “No. It will only upset you.”
    She glared at him then pushed him
aside. The headline was about her weight. Simone had known it wouldn’t be long
before they started bringing her fuller figure into the picture. The derogatory
headline made her chuckle.
    “ Callum falls for the fuller woman, or is this the latest scam of Gallagher and Turner?”
She read the headline aloud chuckling.
    “You’re not bothered by what has
been written?” Cole asked.
    “Baby, I’ve been called worse in
high-school. I’ve learned to love my curves. Besides, exercise is not for me.”
She leaned against the counter as the new lady on the desk passed her the mail.
Cole leaned in close to whisper into her ear.
    “I don’t know. There is something
good about getting all sweaty during a workout.”
    She tensed feeling the shiver work
down the line of her body. Turning to look at him, Simone struggled under the
need to press her body against his own. He had warned her about teasing him,
and now he was teasing her instead.
    “There is only one type of sweating
I like to do, and that is flat on my back with my legs in the air. Or on my knees.” She leaned in closer pressing a finger down
the seam of his shirt. “Or when I’m on top. That is
the kind of exercise I like. The pleasurable kind.”
    She turned away. “We better get to Callum before he starts getting all possessive.” Simone led
the way outside, sliding her sunglasses up her nose so the press couldn’t see
her anger. Two seconds in front of the press was all it took to bring her anger
to the fore. Cole grabbed her arm leading her to the back of his car. She got
inside the back. When he pulled away several miles down the road, he stopped
for her to get into the front.
    Their journey was the same as
before. “I warned you about teasing me,” Cole said when they stopped at some
traffic lights.
    “Then I’m warning you about teasing
me, Cole. Don’t do it. I’m not like most women. I love sex, and I do not see a
problem with me going out and finding someone to fuck.”
    “You think you’re a big girl?”
    “I know I’m a big girl. I also know
I can handle myself.”