“Why? Why would I trust you? I don’t know you.”
“And you haven’t tried to get to know me, either.”
She sat straight at the admonishment.She can’t argue with me on that one, can she?
“Do you want me to sign in blood?” The curt questions dripped sarcasm and Daniel’s cock perked up. Why was it that he loved sassy women? Women who enjoyed being brats were always a bit of fun, always pushing the limits, always letting him push back.
Trent had preferred tough women, yet he’d always wanted to spoil them rotten. He loved to praise them, to experience how sweet they could be, how they could melt. Kyle? He’d been the one to enjoy naturally submissive women, as if the way they gave in pleased him.
Which, Daniel wondered, might be one of the reasons they’d never found a woman for the long term. Finding one who fitted the wants of three such different alphas was a tall order.
We aren’t looking for that now, either. Trent isn’t part of the equation anymore and Kyle and I don’t need that.
Even as he told himself it didn’t matter, that they didn’t need or want a submissive, his gaze locked on where Alison took the pen and signed her name at the bottom of the list of rules.
It sure feels like it matters…
Chapter Seven
Alison could feelnothingbeyond the heat of the alphas.
She couldn’t even quite tell where one was versus another. It was all just alpha pheromones and heat and impossibly large bodies.
Which was annoying, since they weren’t doing anything that intimate.
At least, not physically.
Kyle had brought a board game she’d never heard of, and the plastic wrap on the pieces inside the box said he’d never played it.Tell Me Moreappeared to be a get-to-know-one-another game for dinner parties.
And she’d dreaded it the moment she’d seen it in Kyle’s hands.
It felt like yet another piece of her they wanted to tug free of her grasp, like another thing she hadn’t been expecting to give up during the case.
Daniel sat to her left, Trent to her right and Kyle across from her. They all were on the floor around a coffee table, the game board out and set up.
Trent had picked out the kitten piece to represent Alison without even asking her, and her glare wasn’t just because the way he’d called herpetrang in her ears.
It was also for the way it heated her.
Kyle handed her the dice, their fingers brushing at the exchange. Alison rolled, a six coming up. She moved forward on the board, tapping her piece along the squares until she stopped at six, a purple square.
Kyle picked up a card from the purple pile as he explained. “Each card has three questions worth one, two or three points. The more points, the more personal the question. The color you landed on gives bonuses based on what type of question it is. What do you want?”
Alison pressed her lips together. Who cared about losing a game? “One.”
Kyle chuckled as though he wasn’t shocked. “Favorite type of pizza.”
“Pepperoni.”
“Coward,” Trent muttered as Kyle put the card in the discard pile and added Alison’s one to her score.
The next was Daniel, who rolled a two, and picked a three pointer on a yellow card.
As the game went on, Alison picked up the rules. There were three card colors. Purple were ‘favorites’ questions, yellow were history and red were risqué. Thankfully, she missed all the reds. She could pass on a question, but then she got no points.
Though, she did pick up some details she hadn’t expected along the way.
Like Trent’s hobby of collecting shiny rocks when on walks, or that Daniel had a longer daily skincare routine than she did, or how Kyle had once stolen his parents’ car when he was fifteen in order to impress a girl.
