“You want to make a bet on whether I can fuck him?”
They’d made bets with each other before. They were the most competitive in their group. Sebastian had thrown in before, but since he’d met Charlie, he was all mellow and loved up.
“I’m not just throwing money away, Ryder. I have to make it challenging. How about you need to date him?”
“I don’t want a boyfriend.”
Although the idea of Felix as a partner didn’t make him want to run for the hills as usual.
“I’m not asking you to marry him. I just don’t believe you could get him into bed and then maintain interest.”
“What the fuck’s gotten into you today?”
Mason looked at the door to his office and then leveled a death stare at him... Zeb! Ryder had overstepped there, like he often did, and this was Mason’s payback. The problemwas, Ryder was trapped. He knew that no matter what Mason proposed, he wouldn’t be able to back down from a wager.
“How about you bring him to Sebastian’s party as your date?”
“The New Year’s Eve party? Why?”
“It’s four weeks away. If you can maintain interest in someone for four weeks, I’ll give you ten grand. You can’t fuck anyone else during that time.”
“I don’t need your money, Mason. Got plenty of my own.”
“Make another suggestion, then.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“You’re admitting you can’t stay faithful to someone for a month?”
“I’ve never cheated on anyone.”
“Because you’ve never dated anyone.”
That pissed Ryder off. It was the truth as far as they knew, because he’d never told them what he’d been through. Mason knew better than anyone how to push Ryder’s buttons and rile him up, so he couldn’t take it personally.
“If we’re going to do this, let’s at least make it interesting. If I win, you have to take Zeb away for a weekend at your cabin.”
Mason’s jaw dropped. Ethan cracked up laughing.
“He’s got you there, Mason.”
“I’m not agreeing to that.”
“But I’m just a fuckboy who can’t keep it in his pants. What are you worried about?”
“Okay. If I win, you take my place at the Valentine’s Day bachelor auction.”
Ethan laughed again. “I wish I was videoing this for the others.”
“You can’t be serious? All of those rich old widows get far too handsy. No way am I doing that.”
“But you can keep your interest in someone for fourweeks, can’t you? I mean, you have got some willpower, don’t you?”
Ryder narrowed his eyes. Mason was baiting him.
“Both outcomes benefit you, though. If I lose, I’m offered up like a slab of meat to all those cougars. And if I win, you’ll be forced to pull your finger out of your ass.”
“And put it up Zeb’s,” added Ethan.
