"Clinical. About my nether regions."
"Don’t call it that."
“My manly pleasure garden.”
“That either.”
"The main attraction. The headline act. The emotional support equipment."
"Bennet."
"The executive branch. The undercarriage—"
"I will leave," I chuckle.
"You won't." He's grinning so wide it's almost blinding. My thighs clench involuntarily. I love this new banter. It's dangerous, but I love it anyway. "Your turn to choose. Baggage, embarrassing, or sad?"
"Baggage." I pick up another bottle. "And stop smiling like that."
He settles into a smirk and a wink, which is somehow so much worse than the grin.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
BENNET
"Pick up two more bottles," I tell her, "because this one is sad, embarrassing, and baggage all at once. Three for one deal."
She looks at the bottles in her hand and then at me. "How is it a three for one deal if I have to take three shots?" She tilts her head. "I guess you don't have to be good at math to be a billionaire."
This smart ass.
"Fine. But I'm taking two first. For courage."
She raises an eyebrow. "That bad?"
"Just take the shots, Blaire."
She picks up two bottles. "Fine. I'll match you."
We both throw back two in quick succession, and I feel the burn settle into my chest. We probably should have eaten something before we started this game, but it's too late now.
I take a breath.
"I...am a virgin." I hold my arms out. "I win. Three for one."
Her mouth opens.
Then she lets out a laugh so loud it probably carries through the walls. "Get fucked, Bennet. You are such aliar."
"Hand to God." I hold mine up. "No lies detected. Never had sex. Not even close to sex." I reconsider for a second. "I’ve kissedand made out a little here and there. But that is the full and complete extent of my sexual experience."
Blaire stares at me.
"How is that even possible, Bennet?" She's sitting back up, gesturing towards me with both hands. "You're successful and you're so — " she pauses. "You're so lickable it's criminal. Are you saving yourself for marriage? Is it cultural? I'm sorry if these are insensitive questions; I genuinely cannot wrap my head around this." She shakes her head. "God, what I would do to you."
Fuck, she can’t say shit like that. I think she realizes the same things a second after I do, because her hand flies to her mouth.
I don’t think my eyes could get any wider than they are right now.
