“Oh?”
“What would you say to coming back to my place”—Don’t do it, man, you know what will happen—“and playing some games? We could hang out and be boring together.”
She squeezed his leg. His dick twitched in response.
“That sounds like fun.” She wet her lips, and he swallowed a groan. “Let’s go.”
They arrived too soon, the radio and light discussion about the downtown area keeping things easy between them. But as soon as they pulled into the driveway, Reggie felt the heaviness of anticipation clouding his thoughts.
“Want something to drink?” he asked as they entered the house.
“This is so cute. I can see you here.” She smiled. “Sure. I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Iced tea it is.” He poured them both glasses while she looked around.
“This is beautiful.”
“Believe it or not, this is all me. My sister, Lisa, tried to help decorate the place, but her taste isn’t mine. She’s into plain white and no clutter. She calls it being a minimalist. But I know better. She hides her crap better than anyone I know.” He handed her the tea.
“Thanks.” Maggie took a sip. “Nice. I love the mint.”
“Me too. You know, I liked your place a lot.”
“We have the same taste in style, I think. We like it to look nice but feel comfortable.” She walked through his living area to the kitchen, looked around, then settled back in the living room on the couch. “Do you like to cook?”
“I do, actually.”
“Wow. A nice house, it’s neat, and you cook.” She frowned. “Are you married to two other women or living with your parents? What gives? You can’t be too perfect.”
He chuckled and joined her on the sofa. “Can I record that and play it back for my friends and family? They all think I’m too serious. I mean, just because I like to be responsible, it’s like I’m cursed with an incurable disease.”
“Ha! I can top that. Because I wanted to make a five-year then a ten-year plan and figure out finances and vacations ahead of time, my ex called me inflexible and controlling. Me, controlling!”
He nodded. “Same. Just because I like to plan and have an emergency fund, I’m no fun and can’t be spontaneous. I can be spontaneous. I just like to plan for my spontaneous time.”
“Exactly.”
They clinked glasses, drained them, then sat facing each other. Reggie tried to behave as he normally would with the guys over. He could almost believe that her breasts weren’t moving faster with her rushing breaths or that she wasn’t looking at him like she wanted him to get naked and do her right then and there.
“What games do you have?” she asked.
“I’ll get them.” He rushed off the couch, doing his best to stop being so sex-obsessed, and returned in control of himself, with several games.
She frowned. “Parcheesi?”
“It’s one of my favorites. Like Trouble, where you try to get all your players to the end first. And you land on other players to send them back to start over.”
“Hmm. I see. You like games where you make the other player angry.”
Reggie shrugged. “If you’re not playing to win, why play?”
“Right. Because second place is for losers.”
They smiled through their teeth at each other then laughed.
“So are we betting anything?” Maggie asked.
Strip Parcheesi sounded good to him. “Ah, no. Let’s just play one game, see if we still like each other after it, then we’ll go from there.”
